1 Prologue: The Tyrant of the stars

" H-How can this be? How could [Divine Dynasty] defeated by those monsters?! "

One of the spectators proclaimed whom sided with [Divine Dynasty] on the war that has been raging on in a isolated galatical-sized dimension which has two sides of the battlefield,

The monsters that gives every single human spectating an unfathomable horrors that triggered the hopelessness in their existence.

"L-Look over there! 'DD' still has a chance, her main force are recovering and renewing their limbs, "

"That must be the S-tier racial skill trait 'Archimedes's Rules' - it has rumored to have even crushed any army with the same tier as her, It's not over yet! "

These fallen academy's students persistent of having not given up hope due to them disliking the opposing side,

Whether it was his power - his otherworldly race of creatures or the very attitude would often create conflicts.

It didn't matter anymore.

Everyone has a single mortal enemy and has feared - would be defeated by him have uttered his moniker,

 [The Tyrant of the Stars]

As they all cheered for the swift recovery of the holy army that was lead by [Divine Dynasty], which has taken heavy load of punishment because of Tyrant's fierce strategic attacks.

It was unknown how much he was capable at leading his monstrous army and his own capabilities that eliminated all the star talents and warriors.

In this very moment, the final showdown in which both army has to either eliminate all of their Major Units or force a surrender from the army's king or queen.

**

" Damn you, Tyrant of the Stars! I will remember this transgression-"

"One who mocked and destroyed my pride and joy. "

Ruzielle muttered as she slowly coughing from the aftermath of the battle, the Tyrant used a strategem to split her army and corrupt them from within,

She is suffering from Mana deficiency and was almost cursed to death if not for one of her most valued Major Unit cutting off their blood ties with her to not have her affected by it.

She looked upon the dark murky skies and the flowing water from the cave that she was relaxed in - for it knew that was the omen of war that is going befall upon her soon.

" My goddess! Our situation is not looking bright - all of our intelligence units have reported that middle orders third and second has fallen to the Tyrant, "

" They will soon find out about our location, this cannot stand! You must flee my goddess.. ."

Spoke fervently one of the loyal holy dragonoid that serves the Divine Dynasty as their strategic Major Unit.

" No, Esmystis. We cannot allow ourselves to lose here. Follow the plan, we must have enough time to use the Obliteration Corona."

" Only when we able to wipe out the Tyrant's first army can we begin to counter attack. "

 Ruzi calmly replied as she wasn't an inexperienced at war - one has to be patient and strike when opportunity arrives that will be a decisive factor!

She firmly gaze upon her loyal subject with almost lifeless and crumbling expression - She was on her limit, but that isn't an excuse to not finish what she has started.

"...My Goddess!"

Weepfully shriek the Major Unit as her goddess is on her last ounce of strength - knowing that the recovery skill must have not been simple for her.

"Go, my subject! Your goddess will go onto the battle - will you follow me?"

Ruzi Cries as mustering the passion for the upcoming battle.

"WE HEAR THE GODDESS! URAH URAH URAH!"

Cries the rest of her army outside and inside the cave - they all feel the determination and will of their creator, how could they not give it their all?

**

Ruzielle walked out of her seclusion only to see a field of flowers and mountain all far and wide - she felt that this is perhaps a good place for her to perish.

Her subjects, with their ethereal and energized bodies that resembled a holy diety from the heavenly realm.

All of their attention was focused on a single lady with armor adorned sun cape and mouth mask resembling a dragon muzzle standing on a higher leveled ground of dirt.

"Hear me, my subjects - we are righteous and therefore we must win!

These abomination that calls themselves 'Old gods's kin' must be the evil - and therefore we can only push ourselves to eliminate them!"

Ruzi Declared by her glowing orange eyes glared intently upon the proud First Order army with expression of a fervor sun.

"PUNISH! PUNISH! PUNISH!"

Responded the First Order - they were ready to die for their goddess, they were ready to defeat their enemies.

No matter how corrupting or calamitous they are,

They will never bend nor kneel for they are the virtuous army!

"You are all the lights that burns everything and all evil - now let me hear your inner spirit! FOR THE DAWN!"

[DIVINE DYNASTY] Declared to the sky where evil and good has been defined.

"FOR THE DAWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The brave and glorious army of First Order naturally echoed back.

*

With axes, swords and thunder at their disposal.

These brave warriors awaited the upcoming disaster with their Goddess and few remaining Major Units at their side.

The Goddess herself stood in euphemism at her own despairing situation - behind her joy and strength.

Ready to give the command that could determined their existence - soon the quiet field of green will become a battleground for destruction and plague.

**

After a moment - as if there was a silence before the storm,

They all saw an unforgettable and incomprehensible sight.

" WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?! "

One of the academy's student uttered in shock - he was with experience in all kind of battle and acknowledable most creatures in the field, he almost bite into his own tongue due to shock of indescribable chilling sensations.

No one could have imagined,

It would be such an occurance in a cyclopean and unnameable scale in phenomenon for all their lives.

In the horizon and epicenter of the sky,

A forming crack that spread like web bearing a resemblence to a thin glass?

No that's impossible! But before they could react -

Another bombshell dropped to greet their feeble minds.

A thalassic shadow squid-like humanoid risen from the depth of the ocean across the Divine Dynasty's army along the fair few abominations of the gigantic tentacles,

Festering manta ray that seems to be windborne in the air shouldering some of the well-renowned pawns of the Tyrant!

The academy's students have already recognized it from the first glance due to how notorious and mystical it was - due to it being given a scare amongst the Tyrant's prominent unit:

'The Watcher'

However, what aghast them the most - the fact that the Tyrant himself is on the Watcher's palm with the Major Units beside him!

 A bold strategy in considering that he could have hidden himself and commanded his army exhaust 'Divine Dynasty' without taking risk upon himself,

But the reality of it proves otherwise!

" Why would Tyrant of the Stars go with such a bold-faced move? " An analytical student commented, it was rather infamous that he often would study about war tactics and formations.

Before he could make any guesses about the situation-

One of the spectator had a glimpse of realizing a key feature.

" Why didn't DD's army and herself react to it? What's going on!!! "

He lost control of his tone and shouted the notice regarding the army hasn't even taken any action? They were idling as though hadn't acknowledge the army in front of them...

"No, we have to warn them! Tyrant's army is closing in - stop daydreaming!!"

Another spectator voiced scattered and splashes for all to hear as he was seething with anger for the Tyrant.

**

After a long hard-fought battle - Ruzielle came out victorious.

She managed to foresee the ambush from the Tyrant's army from the cliff and activated the Obliteration Corona to blast the army to a wide degree.

With her hand-scythe stained with lavender ichor of the fallen and indescribable eldritch creatures - it had emerged victorious on her side with few casualties and with the Tyrant crumbling to dirt, slowly succumbing to death's door.

She had done it - avenging all of her creations and the army whom she spend a lifetime devoted for.

She could finally rest, as stabbing the tyrant and the war would be soon be over...

DD stride forward to the vulnerable Tyrant with his face seems to be obscured by a mask and her Major Unit,

Esmystis gliding toward his goddess after eliminating most of the Tyrant's Major Units.

" My Goddess. "

Spoke the angelic dragonoid in a soft tone - for one had presumed he was exhausted that's why the tone were so melancholic and drained.

" My subject. "

A natural reply in a determined expression with inexplicit kindness in her eyes.

" I'm sorry... "

" What...? " .

She couldn't comprehend what was the reason-

Before she could even finish her thought process,

An appendage-like tendons whetted by a claw with a foul appearance appeared before her sight and punctured through the Dragonoid.

"NOOOOOOOO!!!!"

Her senses snapped back to reality as the identity of the assailant was a masquerade twisted suit's into shadowy figure that reeks of the scent that were despised to the very core.

"YOU-YOU MONSTERS!"

Backstabbing was the sensable truth,

but now she only felt pain and despair coursing through her veins.

A relevation that her perception was tricked and became disillusioned...how is it possible?

As she glance the surrounding, the subjects slowly was being withering down - albeit through physical confrontation, assimilation and corruption.

They stood no resistance as they hadn't been blessed with a leader nor voice of reason to cry out for.

She noticed that those that had no will to fight were to be spared and others that retaliated was killed...

The field of flowers became dark and slowly turned into charcoal - trees twisted into haunting shape resembling trapped souls.

She look upon the one who caused all of this, the source of all evil.

He slowly stride toward her befallen state as he walk down upon the earth - he was not regal nor in a hurry to move.

"I WILL KILL YOU!"

She WILL take him down with her, to avenge this humilation and the defeat she was given.

She was going to make him suffer for it!

Cursing his entire existence to rot and be ablaze in hell.

However - as her scythe-blade clutches to reach the gorge and bleed him a fountain of crimson.

He gripped her neck in a monotonous manner and hold her over the cliff-face where below is the tide of ocean,

A fall that could decimated a human into brutally grinded paste!

The breathe slowly incline to chaotic stranglation,

All within her sight could observe- briefly his Major Units kneeling before him and His Queen Unit next to him observing his actions.

" All must die, less they surrender."

His face was obscured by a mask but she could see the existential and oppressive eyes beneath it with his shaded clothes clinking and twin stripe scarf fluttering in the wind.

His command indicate realism and the will to justifibly give the impression of 'cannot be negotiated nor defy'.

Being on the edge and push to the blink, she merely shed tears and looked upon the subdued living subjects she had left...she didn't want them to die for her incompetence.

"I-i surrender...spare my childrens, i don't want them to suffer."

Ruzielle pleaded with shame as there is no longer pride nor arrogance left in losing.

Only regrets remains for the defeated.

"I understand, all creations are precious."

The Tyrant replied emotionlessly as he merely glanced up to her, before any soul could attempt to do or think.

He had only loosened his grip leaving the fall to end her fate,

The dimension in a flash crumbling before her eyes, as she intuitively agape at the back of the one who defeated her.

He walked away for no concern of the trash that had dropped by his hands into the ocean moments ago.

" System, what's the next phase? "

[ The Advent of the Mythos - will be the next step, Creator. ]