1 The Master of Space
"This... This can't be...." Cyclops fidgeted from one table to another. Raising his drawn diagrams of constellations and stars to the dim light of his oil lamp.
"No, no, no... My calculations must be incorrect. But it can't be, the stars in the night sky hasn't changed for decades, even with the seasons changing, it has always been the same!" He peeked through his telescope and squinted his one eye.
"Strange, strange indeed. I should raise the alarm to the people of Dawn!" He looked outside the window of his observatory with burning fervor seen in his eyes, but at the next second the fire in his eye dimmed and he looked down on the floor.
"But to whom? Nobody in the Land of Dawn believes in me anymore. My status as a hero has been becoming nerfed every season that comes..."
Cyclops was once a mighty and famous hero in the Land of Dawn. He was once often celebrated but now has become a joke. His powers and love of Space has been ridiculed multiple of times. He hasn't received any messages from the Moniyan Empire, or even from the Celestial Palace.
His eyes dim and teary, he slumped onto the dusty floor of his observatory. Defeated and without a cause. Sadness overcame him as he recalled the times when he was once often deemed the Most Valuable. He thought of the times when he was valiantly protecting the Land of Dawn where his clan of giants lived peacefully. Pondering if whether is he still relevant on the fast pace growth in the Land. He remembered his friends, whom he had fought together with. Cyclops heaved a sigh and stared at the night sky filled with stars, looking for a glint of hope and happiness.
"Maybe Dr. Rooney could help me reach the higher echelons of the Land of Dawn. I could tell him my findings. Maybe he could help me know more about this phenomenon." Cyclops jumped from the floor and walked away from the window with his short stubby legs. On the nearby table, he fetched his plume and paper and started writing his findings addressing it to Dr. Rooney.
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In the darkest spot in the outer space, within the distortions of light beyond the event horizon, two red eyes stared at the bright and lively speck of light: the World of Legends.
A deep, raspy voice sounded within the depths of darkness.
"Ahhhhh.... I can feel the high surge of power even from light years away... It is mine, It will be mine, all the powers this universe has to offer. I will make it mine...." a wide grin of sharp teeth shone within the darkness.
"Servants! Send my Obelisks on that planet and suck all of its energy dry!" The dark entity bellowed.
"Affirmative, Our Lord!" Rapid footsteps of the servants echoed within the darkness. Making a haste to comply the entity's orders.
With no more than a minute 10 enormous black stone pillars with square cross section and pyramidal ends, engraved with multitudes of runes were sent flying in the direction aiming for the Land of Dawn.
"Mwuahahahahahaha... Hahahahahaha! Soon I will be the Strongest, the most Overpowered entity in the entire universe! My name shall be written in every planet's annals. I will never be forgotten. I will never be weakened. I shall be the god of all living beings and they all shall bend their knees before me!"
