Timeless Assassin Chapter 854 Invitations

(anwhile, Across The Universe)

Mauriss did not want Veyr's execution to be a mundane affair, and hence, apart from making the livestream accessible across the universe, he also planned to gather so of the most influential figures in existence as witnesses to this so-called historic purge, for which, he instructed the Universal Governnt administrators to issue formal invitations on his behalf.

He invited everyone, from notable civilian sector figures such as famous traders, adventurers, bankers, blacksmiths, and renowned craftsn, to the branch clan leaders of the Great Clans, along with their budding young talents who were eager to be seen at such a politically charged event.

However, separate from the civilian invitations, a much heavier summons was dispatched to hundreds of Righteous Faction Commanders, whereby they were not rely invited but ordered to attend the execution and to bring with them no fewer than a couple million of their most elite soldiers each, turning the event into a grand demonstration of unity and power under the Universal Governnt's banner.

By the ti all invitations were dispatched, the expected attendance had risen to a staggering 2.5 billion individuals.

To-Honorable rchant Union Leader, Vega Punk

This is to inform you that, by decree of the Universal Governnt, the public execution of Evil Cult ssiah Aegon Veyr, widely recognized as the greatest evil of the modern era and the central pillar of the Cult's destructive influence, has been formally scheduled. You are hereby cordially invited to attend this historic event.

For generations, the Cult has undermined the progress of civilized

worlds, destabilized trade routes, incited rebellion across peaceful sectors, and unleashed untold suffering upon innocent lives, however, with the capture of Aegon Veyr, the shadow that has long lood over the righteous domains is finally nearing its end.

The ceremony marks the dawn of a new age for the universe, an age defined by restored order, reinforced unity, and the final extinguishing of a threat that has haunted countless star systems, and as a respected leader within the rchant Union your presence is requested so that you may stand witness to the closing of this dark chapter and the beginning of a more stable future for all interstellar

comrce.

The execution will take place within the holy grounds of 'The Pit' at the Celestial Judgnt Platform, with attendance strictly limited to distinguished figures whose influence and service to the universe rit recognition.

You may arrive with a maximum of two personal guards.

We look forward to your valued presence at this montous turning point in universal history.

Thousands of such letters were sent across the stars to distinguished guests, with not a single recipient daring to decline an invitation issued directly by the Universal Governnt.

"We must go...."

That was the first reaction spoken aloud by countless rchants, traders, guild leaders, and adventurers across the stars as they held the pale gold invitation in trembling hands, the weight of its seal settling onto their shoulders like a decree from heaven.

"This might be our only chance to ever see the True Gods in person, this might be a once in a millenia chance that cannot be squandered." They whispered to themselves, their hearts racing at the rumours now sweeping through marketplaces and starports, rumours claiming

that this execution would not be a simple public spectacle but a convergence of powers so great that the very sky above The Pit might tremble beneath their collective presence.

No one truly knew whether the Gods would attend or not, yet the re possibility was enough to ignite a feverish excitent in every corner of the universe where the letter arrived, as traders began packing their finest robes and adventurers checked their weapon seals twice over, while noble youths saw this as their greatest opportunity to appear before the leaders of creation and carve their nas into future political alliances.

"We cannot miss this," so said while rushing to prepare their

vessels.

"This is history."

"This is destiny."

"This is the mont the universe changes forever."

Even the most self-preserving individuals found themselves tempted, for invitations of this caliber were treasures in themselves, and attendance brought with it a silent promise of recognition, influence, and future access to circles no commoner could normally dream of reaching.

anwhile, in military command hubs scattered across Righteous space, the reactions were far less enthusiastic.

Commanders stared down at the summons delivered to them by their adjutants, their brows tightening as they read the lines instructing them to gather a couple million elite soldiers each and depart imdiately for The Pit, arriving days ahead of the ceremony for security formation and coordinated positioning.

So commanders exchanged uneasy glances with their officers, for all of them were painfully aware of the one problem no civilian

invitation ntioned.

Leo Skyshard.

The Demon of Oga.

The Butcher of Ilyon Reach.

The unpredictable force who had, in the past weeks, razed entire planets without warning, and who showed no discernible pattern in

selecting his victims.

"Leaving our sectors undefended at a ti like this... feels like suicide," one Commander muttered under his breath as he rolled the

letter between his fingers, his jaw tightening at the thought of abandoning his people.

"What if Skyshard strikes while we are away? What if he sees this as

an opportunity?" another whispered as he paced across the war room, unable to suppress the cold dread pooling in his gut.

But dread did not change the truth written at the bottom of the letter.

This was not a request.

It was an order carrying the full weight of the Universal Governnt.

Failure to comply ant treason.

And treason ant execution.

All Commanders understood this, and so, despite their reservations, despite their fear for the planets they would leave behind, despite the rising tension shaking the Righteous Faction as Skyshard's attacks escalated beyond reason, they began preparing their forces for travel. "Mobilize the First and Second Fleets, prepare departure protocols, and leave planetary defense to the Legion Commanders. We have no choice. This decree was not written for debate."

They said, one after another, their voices hardening with resignation as their officers scrambled to obey.

Even the bravest among them felt a knot in their stomach, for the idea of gathering the universe's best forces in one place, while the rest of

the universe stood on the brink of chaos felt like a gamble the Universal Governnt should not have taken, yet still took without hesitation.

But no matter how each Commander felt, no matter how heavy the

order weighed upon their hearts, all of them ultimately arrived at the sa bleak conclusion.

"This is an order from the Universal Governnt. We will attend."

And so preparations began across the Righteous Faction, fleets were assembled, soldiers were selected, and travel routes were finalized, as billions prepared to converge upon The Pit, unaware that the greatest storm in universal history was quietly gathering beyond their sight.