Chapter 100 - Void's Embrace - A Saiyan's Reckoning and the Awakening of Primordial Power - Part 5

Eighth Dragon's Domain: The Realm of Transcendence

As Orach stepped through the portal, he found himself in a landscape both serene and intimidating. Seven colossal mountain peaks dominated the horizon, their jagged silhouettes stark against a sky filled with dark, roiling clouds. Lightning snaked across the heavens, striking the mountaintops with tremendous force. Witnessing this sight, Orach's expression shifted from shock to solemnity as he felt the aura emanating from the lightning—recognizing it as heavenly tribulation.

Heavenly tribulation—a phenomenon known to challenge even the mightiest of cultivators. It was a force capable of elevating the worthy to new heights or utterly destroying those found lacking.

Driven by curiosity, Orach took flight, noticing the mountains were equidistant from one another, as if deliberately arranged. As he ascended, his suspicion proved correct. The seven peaks weren't natural formations but an intricate celestial array designed to harness and concentrate tribulation lightning. Yet, this paled in comparison to the sight at the array's center. There, a vortex of pure, undiluted power swirled—a pool of tribulation lightning pulsing with an almost mesmerizing rhythm.

The spectacle stirred something deep within Orach. His bloodline resonated with the raw power before him. Ever since his encounter with the white tree and his experience in Para's domain, he had sensed a change—his bloodline refining, becoming purer, more primordial. Now, this lightning held an instinctive attraction, as if his very essence recognized it. Orach felt a profound certainty that this pool might be the key to unlocking new levels of power within himself.

Lost in thought, Orach was startled by a sudden disturbance behind him. Through a ripple in space stepped Abrandt Kunzel, the domain's warden. However, instead of his usual battle-ready appearance—the familiar battle suit etched in Orach's memories—Abrandt now sported an outfit more suited for a tropical getaway. A loose shirt, shorts, flip-flops, and comically oversized sunglasses adorned the typically stern warrior. The stark contrast between Orach's memories and the sight before him left him momentarily speechless.

"Abrandt?" Orach asked, his voice a mix of confusion and amusement. "What's with the outfit, old friend?"

Abrandt's laughter echoed across the landscape. "Ah, young master! Your expression is priceless. I thought we both could use a moment of levity after all you've endured." His expression softened, pride gleaming in his eyes. "I've been watching your journey, Orach. Your growth through these trials has been nothing short of extraordinary. There's no need for further tests from me."

With a sweeping gesture toward the swirling vortex of tribulation lightning, Abrandt continued, "Instead I would like to present this, young master, as my gift to you. Drawing upon my knowledge of celestial formations and the power of this dragon, I've crafted something that I believe will be crucial for your growth and the development of your new family."

Realization dawned on Orach's face, quickly followed by concern. "The lightning pool? Abrandt, this seems risky. Harnessing tribulation lightning... it's not just dangerous, it could invite divine punishment."

A knowing smile played across Abrandt's lips. "When has the threat of celestial retribution ever stopped you, young master? Or have you forgotten the day you and your friends made history?"

The memory surged back to Orach. He envisioned his younger self, standing shoulder to shoulder with his six closest friends—each a prodigy in their own right. Together, they faced down a tribulation meant for their self-proclaimed "big sister," the seventh member of their childhood group. In that moment, they defied the very heavens themselves to protect one of their own.

"We were so young, in fact other than her, we were basically just kids," Orach murmured, lost in the recollection. "Just starting our cultivation journeys..."

"Indeed," Abrandt said, his voice filled with admiration. "Seven young souls, standing against the heavens themselves. Do you remember what they called you after that? The 'Seven Heavenly Young Emperors.' Even unconscious, you lot maintained a protective formation around her. Your actions may have been rash, but they showed extraordinary courage and loyalty."

Orach gazed back at the lightning pool, seeing it in a new light. "We were reckless, no doubt. Interfering with another's tribulation... it's a miracle we survived. The aftermath wasn't pleasant either. I can still feel the sting of my mother's tears when I woke up, and her fury once I'd healed. My father's training in the days that followed became even more grueling—his way of trying to beat the mischief out of me, I suppose." He paused, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "But you're right, Abrandt. I've never been one to back down from a challenge, especially when it comes to protecting those I care about."

"This gift," Orach continued, "it's more than just an opportunity for me. My lover and daughter are from the lower realms. Their path of ascension and cultivation will be filled with tribulations. If I can master this power and bring this outside, I could help temper their bodies and prepare them for the challenges ahead."

Abrandt nodded solemnly. "Precisely, young master. This tribulation lightning, purer than a world's and born from the dragon's power, offers a chance not just for your family, but for you to surpass your current limits as well. It could push your Saiyan bloodline beyond what was thought possible. Super Saiyan 3, which your father barely reached, might just be the beginning. With this, you can make significant strides in both the cultivation of God Ki and the tempering of your body and bloodline."

Orach after a moment of thought, nodded in agreement. With gratitude, he placed his right hand over his heart and bowed to his old friend. "I accept your gift, Abrandt. This will help me feel more at ease when I bring my new family back to the alliance."

Pride radiated from Abrandt, visible even behind his comical sunglasses. "You have my full support, young master. The power of this dragon will be your ally from now on." With a wave of his hand, a new spatial ripple appeared in front of Orach. "Now go, Orach. The final domain awaits, and with it, young Taron."

Orach nodded, his expression resolute as he stepped through the portal toward the final dragon domain. As the spatial laws settled around him, Abrandt's next words hung in the air, "Let these tribulations forge you anew, young master. Show the realms—all of them—what it truly means to be a cultivator, a protector, a friend... and perhaps, one day, an emperor in the truest sense."

As Abrandt's words faded, the landscape around him transformed. The lush scenery surrounding the mountains gave way to the ruins of an advanced civilization. Structures far beyond Earth's technology stood broken and lifeless - a stark reminder of the fragility of even the mightiest empires in the lower realms.

"The lower realms face many challenges," Abrandt said softly, his voice tinged with sadness. "While some are driven by greed and self-interest, there are still those with pure hearts who deserve our help. They remain vulnerable to the whims of the higher realms. While Alacrity and its allies show respect, restraint, and protect life, other higher realms view these worlds—like mine—as mere playthings." He paused, his gaze fixed on the turbulent sky. "Grow stronger, young master. The lower realms need protectors like you more than ever. Though your experiences have hardened you, your underlying kindness endures—it's not lost on those of us who understand the laws. Even if some in the lower realms, fail to recognize it, blinded by their own pride or ignorance, they still need you."

As Abrandt's words resonated in the charged atmosphere, the true nature of the Eighth Dragon's domain crystallized. This realm would continuously build the pool, allowing the lightning—once summoned—to ceaselessly temper Orach's body, strengthening it while simultaneously refining his bloodline.

Ninth Dragon Domain - Realm of the Explorer

Orach stepped through the ripple and found himself on a tiled surface. The walls around him displayed intricate star patterns and constellations. A voice called out, "Come up," prompting him to look for its source. He spotted a spiral staircase leading to a higher floor and climbed it.

At the top, he entered a room illuminated by large monitors displaying star charts. Some showed established safe routes, while others were in the process of being mapped. The soft light of dusk filtered through a nearby balcony.

As Orach approached the balcony, he noticed a silhouette sitting on the railing. The figure's tail swayed gently as they gazed at the dusk. With a simple tap on the spot beside him, the man invited Orach to join him.

Orach walked towards his old friend, Taron Thornborn—a monkey demi-human from the higher realms under the jurisdiction of the King of the Demiplanes. Taron was the first person to join Orach's crew and shared his passion for exploration. As he sat down, Orach felt a mix of nostalgia and anticipation. For a while, they sat in comfortable silence, watching as dusk gave way to evening, the sky filling with stars.

"It's been a while, Taron," Orach said, breaking the silence. "I see you've been busy charting the stars."

Taron turned to face him, a small smile playing on his lips. "Someone had to keep track of all our adventures and the trouble we got into across the realms. We may not have explored as much as we'd hoped, but we still encountered wonders. So many races, so many kind souls, so many phenomena. There's so much potential out there, Orach."

He sighed as his expression turned thoughtful. "Despite what we saw and experienced in the war, I still carry that dream of ours, old friend. Exploration without conflicts or burdens, being the guiding light into the vast unknown. I know that flame is still in you, even if it's dimmed over time."

Taron gave Orach a wry smile. "I'll be honest, for a long time after seeing glimpses of your changed self, I was sad and angry. I even wanted to knock some sense into you. But I guess I was being selfish, only looking at things from my perspective. Now, though, I'm impressed with what you've accomplished after the war. You finally succeeded in building that space law drive you theorized. And now that you have a lover—or should I say future wife—and a daughter, perhaps you'll want to explore again. You could show them the wonders of the realms and expand their horizons."

Orach nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face. "You're right, Taron. Those experiences, brief as they were, remain some of the best times of my life. The idea of sharing such adventures with my new family isn't just appealing—it's become one of my primary goals." He paused, his expression turning serious as he looked at his friend. "But that can only happen once I leave the Void realm. So, old friend, may I ask for your strength once more?"

Taron, hearing this, chuckled warmly. With a wave of his hand, he manifested two glasses filled with a golden liquid, each containing a single spherical ice cube. He offered one to Orach, who accepted it with a smile. They clinked their glasses and savored the familiar taste of beer from the Demiplanes, Taron's home realm.

After finishing their drinks, Taron stood up and shouted, "I, Taron Thornborn, Warden of the Dragon of Exploration, pledge my strength to the Prince of Sadala. May your journey ahead be blessed."

As his words faded, the ninth dragon let out a powerful roar, echoed by the other eight. The dragons transformed into nine inner worlds, slowly positioning themselves in orbit around Orach's inner realm. A link formed between these new worlds and Orach's inner realm and soul. His soul manifestation's wings unfurled, welcoming the synchronization of powers. Its cloak of chaos now bore the imprint of nine dragons across its back.

A surge of power coursed through Orach as the new inner worlds settled into his being. He noticed that the connections with each world enhanced his link to the primordial laws. This realm of exploration, for instance, deepened his understanding of space and time. Turning to Taron with eyes brimming with gratitude, he said, "Thank you, old friend. This means more than you can imagine."

Taron nodded, a hint of mischief in his smile. "Just promise me one thing, Orach. When you're out there exploring the universe with your family, don't forget to come on over and share your stories now and then."

Orach laughed, feeling lighter than he had in years, though a tinge of sadness remained as he remembered his comrades still trapped here. "You have my word. I'm certain Diana, Rachel, and I will create wonderful memories and embark on great adventures. I promise to share the stories with all of you."

Taron smiled and nodded, waving his hand to create a ripple leading to Orach's inner world. Orach nodded in response, finally ready to manifest these powers beyond his inner realm.

Just as Orach was about to step through, Taron's voice called out from behind, "One more thing, Orach. I know you well enough to guess you're already plotting ways to set us free and usher us into the cycle of reincarnation. But listen, mate—there's no need to rush. Even after you manifest these new powers, you'll only be at the starting line of understanding them. Take your time; you know cultivation isn't a race. Let us decide when we're ready to leave you for our next adventure, after you've fully grasped the nature of these dragons."

Orach paused, his head bowed briefly before he looked up, exhaling deeply. "Acknowledged," he said with a resolute nod, then strode through the ripple. He materialized in his familiar inner realm, facing the small white tree and the statue of his God. As he gazed at the kind smile on the statue's face, a sudden realization struck him, causing him to stare at the white tree in disbelief. After a moment, he sighed, determination blazing in his eyes as he murmured, "It's high time I left this place."

He then settled into a cross-legged position in front of the small white tree, closed his eyes, and began to synchronize with every aspect of his being.

Outside, in front of the large white tree on the impossible planet in the Void realm, Orach regained consciousness. As he stood up, he noticed several changes. His missing leg had regrown, and his injuries had healed. More surprisingly, his body had undergone significant transformations. He had grown taller, his tail and hair were longer, and he could feel increased strength in his muscles and bones.

Orach took a moment to assess the changes in his body, marveling at the newfound strength and control. His senses felt sharper, more attuned to his surroundings. The impossible planet and the energy flowing through it appeared more vivid, its details clearer than before.

As he turned to look at the tree, his gaze grew thoughtful. The experiences, reunions, and visions had been transformative and healing, yet questions lingered about the existence of this tree and this small planet. The fact that no one from the higher realms had ever discovered this nexus point before him was puzzling.

Despite his confusion, Orach felt a wave of gratitude wash over him. He approached the tree and knelt, placing his hand on its bark. Closing his eyes, he murmured, "Thank you for your guidance, healing, and helping me find closure. You've pulled me back from the depths of pain and given me a direction to head towards. The future you showed me, where all my loved ones are together, is what I will now pursue relentlessly, despite all the implications involved. Though I must leave now, as there's much to do, I hope to return someday. So, please let me find you once more when I return. Your mysteries still intrigue me, and I long to understand you better."

A gentle rustling sound echoed in Orach's mind, accompanied by a comforting warmth spreading through his body. He interpreted this as a response and agreement from the tree. Opening his eyes, he looked up one last time with a smile before standing.

As Orach walked away from the tree, his expression turned serious. He noticed in the horizon, the void beasts waiting at a distance, unable or unwilling to approach the planet. Even the void king Ghidorah seemed wary, roaring challenges at Orach from afar.

Orach knew the real test was about to begin. He had been healed and transformed on this impossible planet, but now he had to face the dangers of the Void realm once more. The power he had gained would soon be put to the test.

Taking a deep breath, Orach prepared himself to unleash his true might. Eyes closed, he reached into his inner realm, whispering, "It's time. Let's do this." At his command, the silhouette at the core of his inner realm—his very soul manifest—unfurled ethereal wings. Cradled in its palms, his inner world pulsed in perfect harmony with the nine new inner worlds. One by one, they shone to life, each unleashing a mighty roar that reverberated through his being. His inner world then erupted in brilliant light as the silhouette channeled a massive pillar of evolved God Ki— now Primordial Chaos God Ki—bathing his inner realm in divine radiance.

Outside, Orach's metamorphosis began. His heart pulsed as his hair and tail fur transformed, first shimmering silver as he entered Ultra Instinct, then deepening to a rich, midnight blue. This heralded the first full manifestation of a new, unprecedented form. Two blood-red lines streaked down his cheeks from his eyes, while tribulation lightning crackled around him, snaking across his muscles. Behind him, nine consecutive rings—each larger than the last—materialized, circulating and radiating might. Each ring pulsed with power that defied the very nature of the Void realm. The energy emanating from Orach was pure primordial chaos—unstoppable and ancient. The surrounding Void trembled, witnessing the birth of a new Primordial God.

At a distance, the low-level void beasts, sensing this overwhelming power, retreated in terror. They dared not even look upon the form Orach was manifesting. The Void King Ghidorah, however, narrowed its eyes, feeling the might and subsequent pressure Orach was exuding. Feeling challenged, all three of its heads released mighty roars that shook the very fabric of the Void.

As his transformation completed, Orach opened his eyes. One gleamed crimson, while the other swirled with a mesmerizing mix of black and white. He gazed upon the beasts below, assessing the situation with newfound clarity. When he turned to observe the changes this new form had brought, his eyes widened in realization. The sight of his transformed hair and the nine rings circulating behind him triggered the memory of the visions he saw—the figure surrounded by primordial chaos, behind whom nine rings had circulated. Suddenly, with mouth agape, he understood why that figure's voice, though ancient, had resembled his own. The implications of his future began to fall into place, a destiny far grander than he had ever imagined.

However, another round of earth-shattering roars from Ghidorah snapped Orach back to the present. He pushed aside his profound realizations, deciding to contemplate them later. Now, he had a singular focus: defeat this monstrous entity, claim one of its heads as retribution for the agony it had inflicted, and find an escape from this Void realm.

Orach's feet left the ground as he ascended, tribulation lightning crackling around him like a storm, snaking across his muscles. The Void King Ghidorah, sensing the challenge, spread its massive wings, unleashing gusts of void energy that threatened to tear apart anything in their path. This was a battle for titans alone. As the two colossal beings faced each other, the other creatures of the Void realm cowered away from the battlefield, anticipating the imminent clash of primordial forces.

With a thought, Orach propelled himself forward, vanishing from his original position and materializing before Ghidorah's central head. The beast, startled, hastily erected an energy shield. Orach's fist, wreathed in a swirling mix of his newfound Primordial Chaos God Ki and Void energy, collided with the shield. It shattered instantly, allowing his strike to connect with Ghidorah's central head. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the Void, disintegrating lesser void beasts in its wake. Ghidorah reeled back, its central head blasted apart by the force of the blow. As it began to regenerate, the creature's other two heads swiftly retaliated. Its left and right heads lunged forward, jaws snapping with enough force to shred reality itself.

Orach weaved between the attacks, his new form allowing him to react instantly. He grabbed one of Ghidorah's necks, using the momentum to swing himself around and deliver a devastating kick to another head. The Void King shrieked in pain and fury, its wings beating furiously as it tried to create distance.

But, Orach, now aware his attacks were finally effective against this being of pure Void energy, pressed on relentlessly. He pursued Ghidorah through the Void, each clash creating brilliant bursts of energy that illuminated the endless Void. The nine rings behind Orach spun with increasing speed, each one amplifying his power as he pushed beyond his limits. With every exchange, he felt his strength growing, his body acclimating to the new form—its instincts guiding his movements and empowering his strikes.

As the battle raged on, Orach gained a deeper understanding of the Void King's formidable nature. Before attaining this new form, his attacks had barely fazed the mighty entity, leaving Orach in a desperate struggle for survival. Now, with the power to stand toe-to-toe with this beast, he began to comprehend the full extent of its abilities. Ghidorah employed Energy Shields to defend against Orach's increasingly potent Ki blasts. As Orach's power grew and Ghidorah's shields gradually weakened against his attacks, the beast also displayed an alarming ability to regenerate almost instantly.

Adapting swiftly to Orach's relentless assault, Ghidorah employed void travel, disappearing from sight and reappearing behind the lower-level void beasts. With a powerful flap of its wings and masterful Void manipulation, it hurled these creatures at Orach as living projectiles. In response, Orach called upon his newfound powers. His rings churned as he released a time quake centered on himself, temporarily freezing all incoming projectiles in place—a feat that once again defied the timeless nature of the Void realm. Gathering Ki in his right hand, Orach manifested an energy sword. With a single, powerful slash imbued with his improved Space laws—now incorporating Void energy and tribulation lightning—he obliterated all the frozen enemies.

Witnessing this display, Ghidorah, despite its might, found itself overwhelmed by Orach's multifaceted assault. However, unwilling to submit or let an outsider to the Void question its prestige, the beast spread its massive wings wide. Annihilistic lightning crackled around it as all three heads charged a combined blast of void energy—a strike powerful enough to potentially erase Orach from existence.

Recognizing the imminent danger, Orach knew it was time to end this battle decisively. As Ghidorah's attack reached its zenith, Orach channeled all his power into a single point, bringing his hands together. The nine rings converged, forming a singular halo of unimaginable energy behind him. With a primal roar that echoed through the Void, Orach unleashed a beam of pure Primordial Chaos God Ki infused with void energy, meeting Ghidorah's most devastating attack head-on.

The two forces collided in a cataclysmic explosion that threatened to tear apart the very fabric of the Void realm. For a moment, everything was engulfed in blinding light. As the energy dissipated, Orach stood tall—though visibly exhausted—while the nine rings separated once more. His vision cleared, revealing the aftermath of their clash. Ghidorah had lost two of its three heads completely, while the remaining one barely clung to life, its body desperately trying to regenerate. The Void King, one of the known rulers of the Void Realm, now floated unconscious and grievously wounded.

Seeing his fallen foe, Orach felt a strong urge to finish off this monstrosity. Even though he knew the beast would eventually revive, he wanted to teach it the meaning of despair. However, before he could act on this impulse, the consequences of their clash and Orach's still unrefined control over his new powers manifested unexpectedly. A rift tore open in the fabric of the Void, its pull catching Orach off guard.

Having exhausted himself in that last devastating attack and with the draining effects of the Void realm—where Primordial laws held no sway—Orach found himself unable to resist the rift's pull. Realizing the futility of struggle in his depleted state, he allowed himself to be drawn in. As the rift began to close around him, Orach shouted defiantly, "Mark my words, you overgrown lizard! I will return to finish what we started here!" With that final declaration, he was ejected from the Void realm, hurtling towards an unknown destination.

DC Universe-Earth-Around the time Orach started to wake up

A month had passed since the Thanagarian invasion. The world mourned its losses and began the process of rebuilding, slowly but steadily moving forward. The populace, though disheartened by the betrayal of the Hawk couple, expressed gratitude towards the champions who defended their world. Even those with criminal backgrounds received appreciation for their efforts. Some, like Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Mr. Freeze, Captain Cold, and Heatwave, found this experience overwhelming. However, they knew their circumstances would eventually pull them back into their old lives. Within a month, reports of their involvement in crimes surfaced.

The Justice League, while still active against their rogues' gallery, was stretched thin. The Green Lanterns remained at Oa, while Wonder Woman, Cheetah, and Raven were elsewhere, either living their normal lives or training aboard the colossal Saiyan ship. This ship, though now invisible and undetectable to Earth's technology, loomed over the planet as a silent guardian. For many, life began to normalize, but those in power remained wary, uncertain if their actions might provoke intervention from the formidable vessel above.

The Teen Titans were also affected by recent events. Many in the group struggled to understand Raven's actions during the war, particularly her harsh judgment of the Hawk couple. This led to tension within the team. Raven visited only once during the month to collect her belongings from the Titans' temporary base. Her presence elicited mixed reactions: Beast Boy appeared nervous, while others like Blue Beetle, Batgirl, and Starfire seemed conflicted. Bumblebee, Robin, Arsenal, and Miss Martian showed clear disapproval.

As Raven finished packing and storing her stuff in her pocket space, Robin, or Dick Grayson, their acting leader, finally spoke up.

"I can't condone what you did," Dick said, his voice firm but measured.

Raven paused as she was about to open a portal to the ship. She turned to Dick, raising an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

Dick continued, his expression serious, "What you did to the Hawk couple... I understand you wanted to make a statement, but it was too extreme. That's not justice, Raven. It's not what we stand for."

Batgirl or Barbara, recognizing the tension, quickly intervened. "Dick, maybe now isn't the best time—"

But it was too late. Raven's eyes grew cold beneath her hood, and a palpable pressure filled the room, forcing Robin to his knees.

The other Titans reacted immediately, some taking defensive stances. Barbara raised her voice, "Stop! This isn't helping. She's still one of us, a Titan. I know her. She won't harm Dick. Let's not make this worse."

Arsenal and Starfire hesitated but backed down at Batgirl's insistence.

Raven's expression softened slightly as she observed Batgirl's intervention. She was aware that Batgirl and Cheetah had defended her actions to Batman, despite their own reservations. It was clear that Barbara understood the underlying intentions behind her actions.

Turning back to Robin, Raven spoke, her voice calm but firm. "Robin, as the Titans' leader, you can direct my actions during missions. But remember, I am first and foremost a daughter of Orach, a member of the House of Gula. Honestly, I am a little disappointed you can't see why I acted as I did. Those two betrayed us and were involved in capturing Wonder Woman – my mother right in front of my eyes."

The revelation of Raven referring to Wonder Woman as her mother shocked the group. They had witnessed the first interaction between Wonder Woman and Raven in this very house just a couple of months ago, making the rapid progression of their relationship difficult to comprehend.

Barbara's expression grew thoughtful. She had been pondering this since seeing Diana's emotional reaction in the Batcave when Raven became unresponsive during their strategy meeting. She suspected that the rapid development of their relationship was tied to the secrets of the House of Gula.

Robin's expression was conflicted. He understood Raven's perspective to some degree, recognizing his own lingering anger towards those who had harmed his parents. However, the principles instilled in him by Batman made it difficult for him to fully accept her actions.

Sensing the shift in Robin's emotions, Raven decided not to push the issue further. She had a training session with her mother aboard the ship and didn't want to waste any more time. With a simple wave of her hand, she caused a ripple in space to appear and stepped through, leaving the Titans to process what had transpired.

As the pressure in the room dissipated, Robin found his voice again. "Damn it," he muttered, frustration evident in his tone.

Starfire approached to comfort him, but Robin, though appreciative, excused himself to change and planned to go out to clear his head. Barbara sighed and turned to Starfire, "Kori, don't worry. His pride's just a bit bruised. We have history with Orach and his family. Give him some space, and he'll come around to you... to the team, I mean," she added with a knowing wink, causing Starfire to blush.

As the tension in the room slowly dissipated, the remaining Titans began to disperse, each processing the event in their own way. Barbara, sensing the need for a team outing, called out, "Let's meet tomorrow for a movie, shall we? It's the weekend, so I believe you'll all be free from classes. After the war, training, and the recent missions we've been carrying out, we need a break. Then, if anyone wants to bring up any issues, we can address them as a team."

The teen titans agreed with Batgirl's suggestion and started to plan their outing.

Meanwhile, aboard the Saiyan ship, Raven arrived in her new quarters. The room was a perfect blend of technological advancement and luxurious comfort. She adored her bed here—so much so that her mother occasionally had to coax her out of it. Feeling a bit tired, Raven unceremoniously dumped her luggage nearby. She had just removed her hood and was about to relax for a moment before heading to the deck to meet her mother when a figure suddenly materialized behind her.

"Welcome back, dear. Did you get your stuff?" Diana said as she materialized in front of Rachel, startling her. The Amazon was dressed casually in a v-neck crop top paired with high-waisted trousers and strappy sandals.

"Geez, Mom, could you not use the teleporter like that?" Rachel sighed, her heart still racing from the surprise.

Diana chuckled, seeing her daughter's reaction. "Sorry, dear. I'm still exploring the ship's features, and I must admit, your reactions are too priceless to resist."

Rachel's troubled emotions from her interactions with the Titans melted away at the sight of her mother's face. 'Yeah, who cares what others think. Mom and Dad are what matter most.' She narrowed her eyes playfully and replied with a grin, "Really now, Mom? You sure you want to start a prank war with me? I'll have you know I've even won against Dad... sometimes."

Diana smirked, accepting the challenge. "Oh, cocky, are we? It looks like I need to teach you a lesson, as your parent."

Soon, both mother and daughter burst into laughter, their bond evident in the shared moment of joy. However, their mirth was abruptly cut short as a violent tremor shook the ship, startling them both.

"Mother Empress, what was that?" Diana asked, her expression turning solemn. Anything capable of making this mighty vessel tremble couldn't be insignificant.

The AI's voice resonated through the room, "Mistress, it's the hangar. An anomaly has been detected with Zeta. It's generating power on a massive scale. We don't understand the cause."

Before Diana could process this information, a heart-wrenching scream pierced the air beside her.

AAAARRGGGHHHH!

Rachel collapsed to her knees, clutching her head in agony. Diana immediately rushed to her daughter's side, embracing her with a mixture of worry and concern.

"Rachel, dear, what's wrong? Tell me how I can help," Diana pleaded, her voice laced with panic.

Through gritted teeth, Rachel managed to respond, "No... time... to explain. It's... it's Dad. Mom... take me... to Zeta."

Startled by the mention of Orach, Diana didn't hesitate. She asked Mother Empress to teleport them to the hangar immediately.

As they materialized in the vast hangar, a startling scene greeted them. The maintenance pod housing Zeta pulsed with streaks of brilliant radiance, the energy spreading throughout the ship in rhythmic waves.

Fighting through the pain, Rachel called out, "Zeta..." Her words seemed to trigger a response, as a ripple in space opened before them, swallowing both mother and daughter. In an instant, they found themselves in Zeta's cockpit, with Rachel nestled in Diana's lap as Diana sat on the pilot's seat.

This was Diana's first time in Zeta's cockpit. The rich Ki and unique environment left her momentarily overwhelmed, but she quickly pushed her wonder aside, focusing on her daughter. As Rachel's pain began to subside, Diana's maternal concern shifted to understanding the situation at hand.

Z9 materialized before them on the control module, its eyes closed. Diana, her voice tinged with anxiety, demanded, "Alright, I need an explanation. Z9, Rachel, what's going on? You said it has something to do with your father, Rachel. What's happening?"

Rachel, still catching her breath, looked to Z9 for answers. "I don't know the details myself, Mom. I just felt Dad's soul shard... it was in pain, screaming. Then I heard him say to go to Zeta. The pain stopped only after we arrived in the cockpit."

Z9's eyes opened, its gaze fixed on them as it spoke, "Ascension. My partner is undergoing ascension. Whatever my partner is facing inside the Void realm has forced him to release the power he sealed away. This power... it's beyond your comprehension. Fearing its corrupting influence and lacking the means to control it, he sealed this power deep within himself after the war. But if what I'm feeling is correct, he has finally decided to face those dragons and is trying to gain control. Judging by the rich and balanced power flowing through my frame, he has succeeded and is currently on the verge of ascending to an unprecedented form."

Diana and Rachel exchanged glances; they were shocked, worried, and scared about what Orach might be facing that pushed him to such dire straits. Yet, they also felt a surge of pride and happiness for his achievement.

Diana, her voice hopeful, asked, "But does that mean he has come out of the Void realm? I mean, his ascension is clearly being felt by you and Rachel."

Rachel looked at Z9 with expectant eyes, eager to hear confirmation that her father was finally out of that dangerous place.

However, Z9 shook its head. "I don't think so. Typically, when a cultivator ascends to the True God stage, even at its early levels, those carrying their bloodlines or soul shards—like myself or the one within Rachel—experience a power boost. That's the norm. But in the Void, where one is cut off from all realms and primordial laws, such an ascension couldn't impact anything outside. The fact that you're asking if he's out proves he's still inside. Mistress, if he weren't, you'd have felt it through your bond. Yet you still sense that emptiness, don't you?"

Diana, startled by this revelation, felt a wave of sadness wash over her. She nodded silently, acknowledging the painful truth.

Seeing the disappointment in both mother and daughter's eyes, Z9's expression softened. "Don't look so glum, you two. This is actually a good thing," it reassured them. "As I said, even a True God would be cut off once in the Void realm. So, the fact that the soul shard inside Rachel and I are feeling this surge of power indicates something miraculous has happened. My partner has deviated from the normal path and is now on an entirely new trajectory. He is transforming into something much grander."

Rachel and Diana, stunned by this revelation, asked in unison, "What?"

Z9's eyes flickered with reverence as it uttered two words that would change everything: "Primordial God."

As if in response to Z9's proclamation, an unprecedented surge of energy coursed through Zeta's body, permeating the entire ship. This energy radiated outward, manifesting as a colossal silhouette that loomed over all universes in the lower realm, with the ship at its epicenter.

Across all worlds in the lower realm, powerful beings in their respective domains stood up in alarm. Gods, celestials, demons, devils, the Endless, and the various versions of champions that defended or ruled over all versions of Earths out there in the lower realm—all felt the majesty and horror of that silhouette.

The silhouette, seemingly formed of primordial chaos with nine consecutive rings circling behind its back, opened its eyes. One eye blazed red, while the other swirled with a mesmerizing mix of black and white. This sight appeared before all of creation in the lower realm, sending shudders across every being. In the presence of this entity's silhouette, all felt small and insignificant. Even the gods of this lower realm, for all their claims of unimaginable power, were horrified upon seeing those eyes. Many collapsed, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of what they witnessed.

Apokolips

On this hellish world, its ruler, Darkseid, sat upon his obsidian throne. The New God reigning over Apokolips—known for his tyranny, brutality, and conquest of worlds—felt an unfamiliar sensation coursing through his being: fear. His thoughts were in disarray as he beheld the cosmic silhouette manifesting across the multiverse.

"Impossible. Absolutely impossible," he muttered. "How can such power exist? How can I feel fear? I, who strike fear in others. NO. I CAN'T—I WON'T let this stand. Anti-Life Equation. Yes, it is the key." His eyes blazed as he continued, "I need it. I must have it. Only with the Anti-Life Equation can I stand supreme even against… this." He raised his head to glare at the silhouette and swore in his heart, "Hear me, unknown entity! I am Darkseid, lord of Apokolips, and I will not bow! Your power may eclipse mine for now, but I, Darkseid, vow to unravel your existence. Your very being will know despair for this humiliation you have given me today. I will make you kneel before me, and the multiverse will tremble before my might. This I swear."

Hell - Domain of Trigon

The air in Hell's domain crackled with malevolent energy as Trigon emerged from the blood pool, his massive form radiating power and fury. "At last, I have regained my strength!" he roared, his voice echoing through the infernal realm reaching the ears of the other lords of hell, making them momentarily pause and then snarl. The demon lord's eyes blazed with renewed hatred and a thirst for vengeance.

"Now, my wayward daughter," Trigon growled, a sinister grin spreading across his face, "it's time to reclaim what's mine and bring you into the fold..."

But before he could savor his dark plans, the ashen sky above Hell suddenly split apart. A colossal silhouette appeared, its presence felt by every damned soul in the realm. The very fabric of Hell seemed to tremble before this new entity.

As Trigon gazed upon the figure, he sensed a faint, familiar signature emanating from the silhouette's energy. Suddenly, an unfamiliar sensation gripped him—fear. For the first time in his existence, the demon lord felt true dread seeping into his being. His eyes widened in disbelief as he involuntarily took a step back.

"Impossible," Trigon muttered, his voice uncharacteristically weak. "Such power... it defies all comprehension. It can't be... him."

The momentary paralysis of fear quickly gave way to a potent mixture of shame and unbridled fury. Trigon's colossal form trembled with rage as the implications of this new power's presence sank in.

"Curse this!" he snarled, his massive fists clenching. "If his power has grown to this extent, I cannot risk confronting my daughter... not yet." Trigon's eyes narrowed as he glared up at the cosmic silhouette, his pride refusing to accept defeat.

Suddenly, a chuckle escaped Trigon's lips. Within moments, his laughter grew, becoming a crazed roar that shook the realm. With eyes blazing with determination and malice, Trigon declared, "So be it! You've forced my hand. I shall consume more universes, devour more souls, and grow ever stronger. I will surpass you, mysterious being, and I will make my daughter submit. For I am TRIGON, and I bow to no one!"

As if responding to his defiant proclamation, the fiery pits surrounding Trigon erupted, shooting massive pillars of magma into the air. The demon lord stood unflinching amidst this chaos, his determination burning as hot as the inferno around him.

Ship of the Monitor

"ALERT: Anomaly detected. Unknown power source signature detected. Tracing origin... failed."

The Monitor, witnessing a silhouette overshadowing all of creation, couldn't help but murmur, "Could this be a crisis event?"

Back inside Zeta's cockpit

As energy surged through Zeta and rippled across the multiverse, Diana and Rachel watched in awe, their hands clasped tightly together. The cockpit's holographic screens displayed the breathtaking spectacle of power unfolding before them. Suddenly, Rachel gasped as she felt a familiar presence—now transcendent—pulsating from the soul shard within her. Orach's essence, transformed, resonated through her very being.

"He did it," Rachel whispered, her voice a mixture of pride and wonder. The power now emanating from the soul shard within her was undeniable. Its presence felt more palpable, and more potent than ever before. "Dad really did it."

In other realms

The same silhouette appeared in three more lower realms besides Diana and Rachel's, specifically the three realms that Orach's squad had saved. On this day, the statues of all 10 members and Zeta shook, radiating primordial energy that coalesced to form the silhouette. In its presence, all races in these lower realms knelt and wept in worship.

Blood Realm—Royal Palace of the Blood Monarch—The Primordial Vampire Queen

The Blood Realm, a higher realm home to a sophisticated vampiric society, boasts a history predating the Alacrity Alliance. Despite its jurisdiction over numerous lower realms, it still stands as an equal in terms of power with its allies like the Alacrity Alliance, Demiplanes and the Death Domain. This vast empire encompasses countless worlds inhabited by various races, though vampires reign supreme.

At the heart of the main world lies the Royal Palace of the Blood Monarch—an architectural marvel that pierces the perpetually starlit sky. Bathing under the ethereal glow of a blood moon, the palace serves as both the seat of power and the pinnacle of vampiric culture. Its towering spires are adorned with bioluminescent crystals pulsing with crimson energy, illuminating the surrounding and erecting a barrier to defend the palace.

The Blood Realm is governed by a complex hierarchy, with the Primordial Vampire Queen Isangria at its apex. Her court comprises ancient vampire lords and ladies, each commanding vast territories and contributing to the realm's ongoing evolution.

On this fateful day, Queen Isangria sat upon her majestic throne, surrounded by blood-red crystals. Her mesmerizing crimson eyes were focused on scanning a mirror, a gift from the Overlord of Death, which showed the unusual fluctuations emanating from the lower realms she had recently started to pay attention too despite them not falling in her realm's jurisdiction. These were the four lower realms where Orach's traces were detected.

As a close friend of the late Gula and one who had cradled the young Orach in her arms, Isangria, along with two other powerful rulers, had been keeping a watchful eye on the boy since the devastating war against Sevich's corrupted.

The memories of that conflict still enraged her. Due to the treacherous actions of one of her own, the corrupted had managed to breach the defenses of her royal border guard fleet, devouring an entire lower realm and claiming the lives of many loyal subjects. This betrayal had prevented her from sending reinforcements to the Alacrity Alliance. When news of Sadala's destruction reached her, Isangria's heart shattered at the loss of her dear friend and one she considered as her mischievous godson.

In the aftermath, the Queen had secluded herself within the palace, her murderous aura so potent that none dared approach. The official announcement spoke of "secluded cultivation," but those close to the throne knew the truth—their Queen was consumed by grief and rage.

The tragedy had not spared the younger generation either. When the childhood friends of Orach, the seven Heavenly Young Emperors, received the news each mourned their friend. The princess of the Blood Realm, eldest of these seven prodigies and a high-ranking powerhouse in the realm's defense force, was equally devastated. While her mother raged, the princess wept for Orach, her childhood friend now thought to be lost.

Time passed, and the princess, having lost interest in her royal duties, embarked on a sabbatical. It was during this period of soul-searching that she unexpectedly found solace in the arms of one of her most persistent suitors. Their union, while bringing a semblance of joy to the realm, did little to thaw the Queen's frozen heart. Even during the ceremonies celebrating her daughter's marriage and subsequent pregnancy, Isangria's demeanor remained chillingly distant, her smiles never quite reaching her eyes. The princess, always close to her mother, knew Isangria was happy about her finding happiness. Yet, for some reason, she sensed her mother wanted to tear her husband apart. Seeing how Isangria never interfered with the ceremonies and knowing her mother's love, the princess chose to focus on her own joy.

Months after these events, a secret communiqué arrived at the palace through a gate spell, bypassing even the most formidable defenses of her palace. Only one being possessed such power—the Overlord of Death. As an ally, Isangria didn't object to this intrusion, but the contents of the message left her hands trembling.

Without warning or explanation, a streak of red light was seen blazing from the palace, cutting through the void towards the realm of the Overlord. As a Half-Step True God King powerhouse it didn't take long for her to reach the Death Domain. The Queen's abrupt and unannounced departure threw the court into chaos. Speculation ran rampant among the vampire lords, their whispers filling the halls of the palace.

When Isangria returned the following day, stepping through a gate spell with a floating mirror in tow, the change in her was palpable. The chill that had surrounded her for so long had dissipated, replaced by an aura of cautious hope. It was as if a great burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

Naturally, her closest allies clamored for details of her mysterious journey. But when they pressed the issue, Isangria fixed them with a blank stare, a hint of her old killing intent flashing in her eyes. The message was clear—this matter was beyond their purview, and further inquiry would not be tolerated.

Now on this day, soon she gripped her throne's armrest with excitement, when she saw the silhouette of Orach rising from the lower realms, assessed the power radiating from it. It wasn't just her but rather, this event for was being observed by her fellow allied rulers, from Demiplanes and Death Domain. Each had a relation to either boy's family or the boy himself and hence cared for the boy.

"He did it!" murmured the queen, a genuine smile gracing her ruby lips. Her lustrous silver hair shimmered under the blood moon's light, accentuating her ethereal beauty. Her presence commanded respect and awe. With an air of timeless wisdom, she embodied the epitome of vampiric nobility. Her regal attire, a blend of elegant maturity and subtle sensuality, accentuated her regal bearing. As she sat upon her throne, an aura of unrivaled strength emanated from her, filling the chamber with a palpable sense of authority.

Just then a commotion outside the hall interrupted Queen Isangria's contemplation of her godson's growth. The demanding voice of someone seeking an audience grated on her nerves. With a wave of her hand, she sent the mirror back to her storage space. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly, her warm gaze transforming into a deadly chill.

"Enter," the queen commanded, her voice reverberating throughout the palace. The guards exchanged worried glances, sensing the underlying frost in her tone. They pitied the smug prince as they reluctantly allowed him in, knowing he was oblivious to the danger he was walking into.

Prince Damontinn strode into the hall, his arrogance palpable. As he approached the throne, he called out, "Mother, how have—"

His words were cut short as shadow guards materialized, blocking his path. A female guard pressed a sharp blade to his throat, drawing a thin line of blood. "That's far enough, Prince Damontinn," she warned. "You may be a prince, but decorum must be maintained in the Queen's presence."

Humiliated and seething, Damontinn gritted his teeth. "I... I apologize, my Queen," he managed to say. The blade was withdrawn, and most of the shadow guards melted back into the darkness. The female guard, her eyes cold, forced the prince to his knees. "All subjects must kneel when seeking an audience with the Queen," she stated firmly.

Anger flared in Damontinn's eyes as he looked up at his mother. "My Queen, I am your son, your blood. Why must I kneel to speak to my own mother?"

Queen Isangria's gaze remained icy as she finally spoke. "Enough, Prince Damontinn. State your purpose. I have no time for your antics. What do you want?"

Taken aback by his mother's harsh tone, Damontinn hesitated. Her distant and cold demeanor since her seclusion had always confused him, but he had chosen to ignore it, basking in the joy of having married his sister, the one thing he had desired since childhood.

"My Queen," he began, his voice taking on a passionate tone, "as you know, my wife is with child. We are truly blessed by the primordial gods. However, she insists on returning to her post and ship, despite my firm objections. It's far too dangerous in her condition. While she may disregard my words, she cannot ignore yours. I know you are angry at her and that's why you haven't even visited our home. But, I beg you, my Queen, please put aside your anger, and help me persuade her for the sake of the realm's happiness."

A loud crack echoed through the hall as the Queen snapped off a piece of her throne's armrest. The sudden display of power shocked Damontinn, while the guard silently sighed, disgusted by the prince's audacity.

Queen Isangria's eyes narrowed dangerously, her voice dropping to a chilling whisper that carried throughout the hall. "Tell me, Prince Damontinn, why do you think I would be angry with the princess? Unlike you, she has served this Queen with distinction, bravely defending our realms while asking for far less than you, who also carries my blood. Enlighten me, Prince. I'm most curious."

The color drained from Damontinn's face as realization dawned that his mother's anger was directed at him, not his sister.

"No answer?" the Queen continued, her tone sharp. "Very well. Let me ask you this: You claim to be concerned for your wife's safety, correct? With me at the helm and our forces heavily guarding our realms, what danger could possibly threaten her? Remember, she commands five battle cruisers, each manned by our realm's elite. Her own power is at the Emperor rank, and it would be higher still if not for the loss of her childhood friend. In truth, Prince, she is far safer among her loyal subjects than by your side, reduced to a mere trophy wife."

Enraged by his mother's words and the mention of Orach, Damontinn's fear gave way to fury. "HOW DARE YOU, MOTHER?" he shouted. "She is mine, my wife! No one cares for her more than I do! She's safest by my side. And why bring up that worthless excuse for a royal? So what if his talent was great? Some Heavenly Emperor he was! That bleeding heart was bound to die, caring so much for those lower realm insects. Good riddance that he and his entire race vanished—"

Before he could finish, an immense pressure crashed down upon the entire world. Every being on the main world, from commoners to lords, fell to their knees, shivering in terror as the killing intent of a Half-Step True God King washed over them. They could only wonder what fool had incurred Her Majesty's wrath.

In the palace, even the shadow guards were forced out of hiding, brought to their knees by the overwhelming pressure. The female guard looked at the prince with hatred, knowing he had crossed a line. In all her years of service, she had witnessed the Queen's fury only three times, each against a formidable enemy. To see it directed at the Queen's own son filled her with pity for her sovereign, remembering the love and hope Isangria once held for her children.

"YOU DARE INSULT HIM?" the Queen roared, her voice shaking the very foundations of the palace. "Orach fought valiantly against foes you would flee from in terror. He and his crew saved countless lives. As a mere King level cultivator, he slew three Emperor level androids. It was Orach and his team who faced a fleeing True God abomination, heedless of the cost. Even after losing his comrades, hearing their dying screams, he rose to the occasion and destroyed that monstrosity, sacrificing a year of his life in the process as he fell into a coma. And you, a TRAITOR, dare to claim superiority over my godson?"

Damontinn's face went ashen, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly as he realized the full extent of his mother's knowledge.

"Oh yes, my son," Queen Isangria continued, her voice dripping with venom. "I know all about your treachery. How you fed information to our enemies, allowing them to breach our defenses and decimate our fleet. Did you truly believe your actions would escape my notice?"

Trembling, Damontinn attempted to explain, "Mother, I... I can explain..."

"SILENCE!" The Queen's voice thundered, the palace walls quaking. "Your selfish actions cost countless lives. Because of you, the corrupted breached our royal guard fleet's defenses, devouring an entire lower realm and slaughtering loyal subjects. Your betrayal prevented me from reinforcing the Alacrity Alliance, leading to catastrophic losses. You lurked in the shadows, reveling in the chaos, all to further your twisted ambitions. How my own blood could spawn such depravity is beyond comprehension. You betrayed our trust, our people's trust, all to eliminate my godson—just because he is someone your sister cherishes. The saddest part is that I discovered the truth too late, after our beloved daughter had fallen for your charms. You manipulated everything, broke her heart, then swooped in to comfort her. Bravo, you despicable creature. She is your sister, and Orach was like an elder brother to you."

The Queen closed her eyes, forcing herself to calm down. When she opened them again, her gaze was eerily tranquil, betraying the weight of her decision.

Rising from her throne, Queen Isangria's aura pulsed with regal authority. "The day I learned the truth, I mourned the son I thought I had. The only reason you still draw breath is because of your wife—my daughter—and the innocent child she carries. But make no mistake, Damontinn. Your days of privilege are over."

With a wave of her hand, the oppressive pressure lifted from the shadow guards. They materialized around the prince, sealing his Ki pathways and binding him in chains. "You are hereby stripped of all titles and will be buried alive for a duration I deem fit, beneath the palace grounds. You will never lay eyes on your child, nor will you ever walk freely in this realm again even if I free you in the future. Every moment of your existence will be torment, a small price for the lives your selfishness has cost. Be grateful for my mercy, traitor. Your continued existence is more than you deserve."

As the guards dragged the stunned prince away, Queen Isangria turned to the female shadow guard. "Prepare a royal escort," she commanded. "It's time I face my daughter, reveal the truth, and share some good news. We must also discuss how to shield my grandchild from the taint of their father's betrayal when we make the announcement."

Steeling herself for the difficult conversation ahead, Isangria prepared to confront her daughter with this devastating news. She was determined to protect both her family and her realm from further harm.

Demiplanes - Mist Palace - Residence of the King

"Wow! The boy has actually done it!" exclaimed an exuberant Tomoe, her excitement palpable as she gently shook her husband and King as they looked at a mirror that displaying the silhouette that appeared in the lower realms

"I... can... see... that... Tomoe. Please, calm yourself," replied Makoto Misumi, the king and a Half-Step True God King level powerhouse, allied with the Blood Realm, Alacrity Alliance, and Death Domain.

Mio, the first wife of the King, interjected with a hint of skepticism, "Tomoe, contain yourself. Its just the boy surpassing his limits. At the end of the day he is still just a child."

Tomoe's expression shifted to one of disbelief. She released her hold on her husband and retorted, "Are you serious, Mio? That's a primordial God signature! The lad hasn't merely broken through his limits—he's achieved something extraordinary. He's technically a league above even our husband now. We can't treat him as we used to."

Makoto chuckled, "I must agree with Tomoe on this, Mio. The boy's accomplishment is truly remarkable."

Mio, unwilling to concede entirely, huffed, "Fine, I acknowledge the magnitude of his feat. However, in my eyes, he remains the friend of our children, regardless of his newfound power."

As Tomoe opened her mouth to argue further, Makoto's firm clap silenced the bickering women. "Enough, both of you. We have more pressing matters to discuss like how do we broach this subject with our children? Informing them of his survival after they've mourned his supposed death is no small matter."

Emma, a high orc who had evolved from a highland orc and now served as Makoto's trusted secretary,, stepped forward with a concerned expression. "If I may, Young Master, this situation could have been avoided had they been informed from the beginning. The news of their friend's demise devastated them. Revealing his survival now, after they've processed their grief, could potentially destabilize their emotional well-being."

Makoto nodded solemnly, agreeing with Emma's words. "You're right, Emma. But, during that war, with the corrupted attacking us here and Sadala's sudden fall, we lost track of him. For all intents and purposes, it was natural to assume he had died. If not for Ainz, we'd still be in the dark. Ainz should have informed us sooner, but we can't control his actions. After all, he's stronger than both me and the Vampire Queen combined. What's done is done. Now, we need to focus on breaking this news to them in the gentlest way possible."

"Husband, don't you think you might be underestimating our children?" Tomoe asked, her voice carrying a gentle note of concern.

Makoto paused, considering her words. "Perhaps I am. It's just... this was their first significant loss. Such experiences can leave deep impressions."

"I agree with Tomoe," Mio chimed in, her tone resolute. "Our children are resilient. We should trust in their strength and simply tell them the truth."

Makoto nodded slowly, a small smile forming on his lips. "You're both right. They've grown so much, and we should acknowledge that. Very well, we'll approach this directly."

"Excellent," Tomoe beamed, her earlier excitement returning. "Now, how shall we break the news? Perhaps we could arrange a family dinner?"

"That's a splendid idea," Mio agreed, her previous skepticism melting away. "I'm going to go all out and prepare their favorite dishes."

As the three continued to discuss the details of their plan, Emma couldn't help but smile. She silently hoped that the news would bring joy and renewed hope to the young ones who had mourned their friend.

Death Domain-Main world-The Great Tomb of Nazarick

In the grand throne room of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, located in the main world of the higher realm, an uproarious laughter echoed. The source was none other than Ainz Ooal Gown, the supreme ruler of Death, seated upon his majestic throne.

Hahahahahaha!

"He's done it! He's actually done it!" Ainz exclaimed, his skeletal face unable to express the pride and joy he felt. "As expected of my disciple! Well done indeed!" His laughter continued until suddenly, it cut off with a sharp, "Tch!"

The abrupt silence was due to Ainz's emotional stabilizer kicking in, forcing him to regain his composure. He had been viewing the silhouette that appeared in the lower realms, a sight that filled him with genuine happiness for his godson and disciple.

Albedo, standing nearby, smiled warmly. She had long since transcended her role as leader of the floor guardians, now officially holding the titles of Ainz Ooal Gown's first wife and mistress of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. "Lord Ainz," she said, her voice filled with admiration, "congratulations on getting such an outstanding disciple."

Ainz nodded in acknowledgment of Albedo's words before letting out a small sigh. "I wish I could peer into the Void realm and witness his transformation directly, rather than just seeing this silhouette," he mused, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Alas, despite all my power, the Void realm remains beyond my reach."

He paused for a moment, his red pinpricks of light serving as eyes seeming to glow brighter. "Still, this achievement... I had hoped for it, after I first witnessed the boy resonate with his entire higher realm and summon those dragons. But after the war, seeing him seal that power and change so much, I didn't think the chances of him achieving this to be high. To think, my disciple has ascended to such heights through his own effort. It makes me wonder about the challenges he must have faced inside the Void realm."

Ainz's tone darkened slightly as he added, "I swear, if that lizard hurt that boy in any way, I'll personally visit the Void realm and see to its demise."

Albedo couldn't help but chuckle at her Lord's protective nature. "My Lord, with him achieving this new form, perhaps it's time we send someone to fetch him? Surely he would only grow stronger under your direct guidance in magic."

Ainz considered her words carefully. "Hmm... While I would love to have him here," he said, waving his hand to conjure an image of Diana and Rachel, "I don't want to separate him from them. Let him come to us when he's ready we are eternal existences we can wait." With another wave of his hand, he brought up a scene from the lower realms. "For now, let's continue to watch his journey and the impact he creates. I have a feeling that the ripples of his transformation will spread far and wide, changing the balance of power across the realms."

As they focused on the projection in the mirror of remote viewing, they witnessed the silhouette slowly fade. They understood that Orach's battle in the Void was over. However, upon zooming in on the worlds in those lower realms where the silhouette had appeared, they noticed a remarkable transformation. The worlds had been enriched, regardless of their primary path—be it magic, cultivation, or technological advancement. This enrichment brought forth great benefits: strengthening the magic or Ki of the worlds, and enhancing the capabilities of intelligent life, leading to unprecedented innovations.

Back in the Lower Realm of DC—Inside the cockpit—just as Orach was about to be expelled from the Void

As the colossal silhouette began to fade, Diana, who had been watching Orach's figure disappear with longing in her eyes, suddenly jolted. She felt faint traces of her connection with Orach reestablishing itself. A single tear streaked down her cheek as a joyful smile spread across her face. Noticing this, Rachel became alarmed and asked, "Mom, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Diana felt her connection fully reestablish, sensing Orach's presence once more, albeit from a great distance. She turned to her daughter, gently caressing her cheek, and said with a radiant smile, "He's back!"