Five figures moved swiftly through the Void Beyond the Realm, their passage tearing faint scars into space itself. Within minutes, they reached the edge of the vast landmass. Their combined auras burned brighter than suns, each presence vast enough to warp the air around them.
At the head of the group walked their leader-a man both regal and fearso, burdened by sacred duty and unshakable conviction. His short white hair was roughly kept, more soldier's discipline than vanity. Scars marked his bronze skin, testants to centuries of battle, but one stood out among them: a glowing turquoise line that cut diagonally across his face.
Soone of his rank could have healed such a wound long ago, yet he had chosen to keep it-a constant reminder of a mistake he would never repeat. His luminescent turquoise eyes glowed with divine light, radiating power, faith, and an almost unbearable resolve. Covering his form was a suit of ornate golden armor, etched with countless radiant crosses that glimred with cyan energy.
He was Bradly, the Alpha-Oga Overgod Neo-Angel, commander of the Freedom Path in the Third Realm. Normally, he would have remained in the Freedom Path's headquarters in the void, overseeing the movents of ArchDeities and ensuring the expansion of their domain. But today was different. Today was not a day for war-it was a day for welco.
Even among gods, Bradly's status was peerless. In the hierarchy of the Third Realm, no being stood above him. Yet here he was, personally leading a delegation-not to conquer, but to receive.
As the group descended toward a colossal forest, the sky crackled with divine energy. Without delay, Bradly raised his hand, giving the signal. His Archdeities imdiately sprang into motion. The earth trembled as they carved enormous runic lines across the forest, lines
that glowed with cyan and gold until the entire structure pulsed with the rhythm of a living heart.
The runes connected, and the formation activated-a vast receiving beacon, designed to stabilize an incoming inter-realm teleportation. It would ensure that the visitor's arrival was precise, anchored to this specific point in space-ti rather than scattering them across the landmass and void.
Minutes turned into half an hour as energy gathered, coalescing into a growing vortex above the forest. The beacon shone brighter and brighter, radiating power until even the firmant seed to ripple. Then, without warning, a massive wave of spatial energy crashed downward like a storm.
The forest shook to its core. The land scorched black beneath the impact. When the light faded, three silhouettes stood at the center of the devastation.
On the right stood a woman of terrible beauty-an avatar of divine wrath and infernal grace. Her armor fused celestial elegance with the power of the abyss: plates of black and crimson tal intertwined with silver filigree that pulsed with demonic light. Her hair, long and ashen-gray, frad a pale face and eyes like moonlit steel.
To her left hovered a hooded knight, his silhouette outlined by hues of crimson and violet. He wore ornate white armor adorned with red crosses. His glowing red sword radiates an ominous energy, contrasting with the serenity of the evening light. The knight's gaze is stern and resolute, hidden partly beneath his hood.
But all attention inevitably turned to the figure standing between them.
He was striking-not monstrous, not grandiose, but commanding in the quiet way of those who need no display. A holy knight, young in appearance yet ancient in bearing, his re presence commanded awe. His white hair was slightly tousled, his expression calm but sharp as a blade.
Crimson eyes glowed faintly beneath his lashes, burning with an intensity that felt neither mortal nor divine but sothing between-a power untethered by either law or chaos. A black sigil coiled up the side of his neck, resembling ink at first glance, until one realized it shimred faintly with cosmic light. Those weren't tattoos-they were laws of existence carved into flesh.
He wore a pristine white uniform trimd in gold, adorned with crimson crosses. The uniform's design echoed Bradly's own, sothing only those on the highest echelon of the Freedom Path were allowed to wear.
As the young man's gaze swept over the welcoming party, his eyes briefly ignited with golden light. It was not the glow of magic, but sothing deeper-truth made visible. Every ArchDeity present flinched as the light touched them. For a heartbeat, they felt as though their souls had been laid bare-stripped of pride, deception, and all the armor that divinity provided.
Even Bradly's expression hardened. The golden light pierced through him like judgnt, and for the first ti in countless centuries, he felt... seen. Not his title. Not his power. Him.
Luckily, the light faded the next second. The young man inclined his head slightly, clasping his hands before him in a gesture of graceful
respect.
"I am honored by such a distinguished welcoming party, High Lord Bradly," he said, his voice calm, rich, and perfectly asured.
Then, turning slightly, he gestured to his companions. "These two are my friends-Ana and Ikari. They have fought beside in the Ninth Realm and have co to witness the Sacred Dinsion of the Red
King!"
Bradly's turquoise eyes flicked toward them again. Power radiated from both-raw and potent.
"With ti, hard work, and luck," he thought, "they could both ascend to Alpha-Oga Overgods themselves." Yet his attention inevitably
returned to the one in the center.
As Bradly studied him, unease rippled through his chest. It was not fear but sothing stranger. The Exarch's aura was... absent. It was as if he existed within a void of concealnt so absolute that even Bradly's senses could not pierce it. He felt nothing-no energy, no essence, no spiritual resonance.
It was as if the man before him wasn't suppressing his power-he simply existed beyond the reach of divine perception itself.
Bradly straightened, his expression schooled into respectful calm even as tension coiled beneath the surface.
"I welco you," he said, his voice carrying across the broken forest. "Crimson Exarch."
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