The strange red star in the sky blazed with an intensity that deepened its hue from crimson to a blood-red glow. As it reached its zenith, the entire world was awoken by this dark and horrifying phenomenon. The star's surface erupted with countless eyes, each one trained on the blue planet below.

In the sky, as the godly twilight of divine conflict receded, the Goddess Athena and the God of war- vidhvansh had long ceased their clash. Athena, now draped in a flowing white gown that fluttered in the crimson starlight, gazed solemnly at the sky above. The crimson light seeping through reality was not just a spectacle but a formidable force trying to anchor itself on Earth, casting its shadow over the Atlantis continent.

She sensed the vitality of life across the Earth, which seemed to pulsate with a strange, dark celebration. The entire world trembled as corruption and decay surged chaotically through the dark continent, the anguished roars of the Dragoth echoing through the abyss and the oceans.

The clouds had vanished, leaving the sky bathed in a crimson light that fell upon the Earth like an ominous dawn. The crimson illumination revealed every detail, even the most hidden veils of obscurity.

In this eerie crimson sky stood Athena, her form outlined by the relentless red light. Her tranquil eyes, narrowed in focus, were haunted by a prophecy from ancient times: "The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the earth into blood, before the veil will fall."

With a whisper of concern, she addressed the seekers of origins below. "Giaria..." Her serene countenance betrayed a hint of unease as she looked upon the location of the seekers of origin.

After a brief, troubled glance, Athena turned her gaze back to the red star, her face grew solemn. She observed the multitude of eyes peering through the veil of obscurity into their reality, waiting for their chance.

Without hesitation, she made a solemn proclamation to all who could hear.

"Enforce."

The crimson light that had once bathed the world in a haunting glow began to wane, as darkness surged across the sky, the silver white moon risen in sky, its silvery glow attempting to stifle the blood-red power that sought to engulf the earth.

From the distant mountains, a dark temple dedicated to the God of Shadows rose at the mountain peak, its presence marked by a sudden deepening of night sky as if shodow had engulfed entire earth, Blue lightning Followed, streaked across the heavens, joining forces to repel the malevolent star’s influence.

Verena and Cetheil had joined the fray.

Amidst this celestial turmoil, a silver light pierced through the red sea, illuminating a golden coffin that shimmered with ethereal brilliance.

Ichor, the ancient progeny of the old sun, gazed solemnly at the blood-red star.

"I never expected this..." Ichor’s voice resonated contrasting with his calm expression, reflecting the gravity of the unforeseen calamity.

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Aurelion’s emotions were a tempest of dread and regret. He wrestled with the weight of his decision to come here, a place where even the thought of confronting the Nephilspawn seemed premature.

What was it like to be scrutinized by a being beyond the gods? He was about to find out.

He could feel 'its' authority seeping into every facet of existence, subtly warping the reality around them. Space, time, knowledge—all fell victim to 'its' whims, distorted beyond recognition.

The surroundings twisted into a grotesque tableau: crimson eyes and writhing tentacles marred the very fabric of space. Reality fractured, unveiling a nightmarish landscape of flesh-covered mountains, humanoid forms stripped of skin, and a river of blood teeming with twisted abominations from the darkest corners of existence.

Aurelion and his companions, despite their godly status, were on the brink of corruption. Their very essence—fate, memory, soul—was at risk of being consumed and assimilated by 'its' boundless malignance.

He sensed an immense pillar of authority exerting a force unlike anything he had encountered—a manifestation of the universe's most negative energies. It was as though 'it' was the primordial force of all life, or rather, the dark Herold of existence.

Even as a True God, Aurelion felt the crushing pressure of 'its' spiritual might. His figure trembled under the strain, sweat beading on his brow. Yet, as if summoned by his will, a radiant sun symbol appeared upon his forehead, casting a protective light around him and his allies against 'its' overwhelming power.

Aurelion’s gaze fell upon Giaria, who had collapsed, crimson blood streaming from her mouth, nose, and eyes.

‘No…’ Aurelion’s realization struck with chilling clarity—'it's' true aim was to corrupt Giaria, a deity born from the very essence of the earth, the very thing void sought to dominate.

‘It’s a trap!’ The thought ignited a fierce determination within him. He could not allow this calamity to unfold, for it would mean annihilation.

In what felt like an eternity but was mere seconds, 'it' turned Her attention toward him. 

A distorted voice resonated through the very fabric of reality, its otherworldly tones capable of driving even the mightiest beings to madness.

The language was alien, incomprehensible to all but Aurelion, who understood it clearly.

"तुम अलग हो।" (you are different.)

'It' was speaking in hindi. Heavens above, it was speking perfect hindi! The language he spoke before his transmigration.

'Its" gaze fixed upon him as the world around them convulsed and blurred, unable to withstand the weight of its voice.

"Different?" Aurelion thought in shock, he hadn't expected 'it' to notice anything peculiar about him, rest alone speaking the language from his old world. But there was no time to dwell on it. One of the voids creature loomed above him, its presence a force of corruption, aiming not only for Giaria but for him as well.

"Sun!"

His voice boomed across the blood-soaked world as he stood defiantly beneath 'Her' shadow. 

In response to his call, a terrifying golden sun materialized above them, its radiant light an infinite well of pure energy. It shone down upon the depraved planet, casting golden veils over everything.

The rays descended, igniting the diseased world below. Massive fleshy mountains, formed from the amalgamation of humanoid bodies with no skin, began to burn. These grotesque formations stretched across the planet, with a river of blood coursing through them, teeming with corrupted life.

As the golden light spread, the mountains caught fire, and the bodies embedded within began to writhe as if awakened. Inhuman, anguished howls echoed across the land as the golden flames consumed all.

The river of blood, once a crimson torrent, began to boil and evaporate under the searing light. Horrific abominations trapped within it shrieked in agony as they too were consumed.

Wails of infants echoed through the boiling blood, but the golden sun continued to shine, indifferent to the horrors it cleansed.

Yet, amidst the chaos, the Mother Goddess of Depravity remained unaffected. She gazed down from the scarlet and golden sky, the rays of the sun illuminating her vast and nightmarish form, but they could not harm 'Her.'

Aurelion, undeterred, snapped his fingers.

Snap!

The golden sun blazed even brighter, turning white as the very fabric of reality disintegrated under its intensity. The sun expanded, threatening to engulf the entire depraved world in its light, its core contracting as it prepared to release its full destructive force.

Sensing the danger, the Nephilspawn invoked 'it's' own authority. A vast ocean of blood materialized around the white sun, its dark waters capable of corrupting all existence, hoping to consume the sun and Aurelion with it.

But it was too late.

The white sun pulsed, its immense power building to an unbearable peak, ready to unleash destruction unlike anything seen before.

Then, with a final, cataclysmic surge, the white sun entered its supernova state and imploded.

Boom!!!

A sea of light erupted from the sun, flooding the depraved planet. The ocean of blood, the twisted reality, the very space and knowledge that had been warped—all were annihilated in the cataclysmic release of divine energy.

As the light engulfed everything, obliterating the grotesque world, Aurelion emerged. He rushed to Giaria and Aleric, both of whom had been brought to their knees by the overwhelming authority of this Void Creture.

Aleric knelt on the ground, his face contorted in pain as fissures spread across his mechanical form. Beneath his broken exterior, mechanical parts intertwined with flesh, leaking crimson blood where there should have been none.

Giaria was in an even worse state. Her once green gown was now drenched in scarlet, blood streaming from her eyes, ears, and mouth. Inhuman screams tore from her lips as she writhed in agony, the pain of corruption gnawing at her very soul.

Though Giaria was a goddess, her connection to the Earth—the primary target of the Void—made her a prime victim of its creatures. He can't let her be corrupted or even all god togather won't be able to stop the inevitable end of everything.

Despite the dire circumstances, Aurelion’s gaze hardened. They were still alive—still salvageable. Giaria had not yet succumbed to corruption; the Nephilspawn had spared her from direct focus, turning its full attention to Aurelion instead.

There was still hope, but time was running out.

One could argue that his very existence had saved Giaria from certain death.

Boom!

Aurelion punched the crimson ground before him without hesitation, his right fist ignited in golden flames. He knew the scorching light of a supernova loomed nearby, poised to annihilate and consume everything in this depraved world.

Although nothing would happen to him, Giaria and Aleric were not so fortunate in their current state. The flickering flames contrasted with the overwhelming darkness around them, a stark reminder of the stakes they faced.

With a grim determination, Aurelion braced himself against the encroaching corruption, knowing he had to act swiftly. Time was of the essence, and their survival depended on his resolve. He was their last line of defense against the encroaching abyss, and he would not allow them to fall into the Void’s grasp.