PROLOGUE:THE SUMMON

In the celestial tapestry, where the threads of fate intertwine, lies a realm whispered among mortals and revered in sacred texts: Avalon. Eleven deities, each of them having great power, converge upon this hallowed ground. Their voices echo through the ethereal void, carrying the weight of worlds and the destinies of all who dwell within. Bathed in otherworldly light, the gods assemble in a grand conclave, their robes shimmering like constellations against the starry expanse. Their faces, etched with wisdom and the weight of eternity, betray the gravity of their purpose. For in their hands lies the fate not only of their own realm but of countless others that hang precariously in the balance. As they gather, an aura of anticipation crackles through the celestial gathering. The fate of universes tremble in the air, waiting to be shaped by the whims of these omnipotent beings. What secrets will they unravel? What destinies will they forge? As the gods engage in their cosmic debate, a grand symphony unfolds—a melody of power, intrigue, and the irresistible allure of the unknown.

Amongst them, one god seemed to stand out, his name,Aurendor. The supreme deity, amidst a majestic gathering of ten lesser gods. Each subordinate divinity bowed in reverence, their gazes fixed upon their sovereign. This assembly marked a pivotal moment in the cosmic tapestry, for Aurendor was about to unveil the secrets of summoning—a potent art that would forever alter the balance of their universe. As Aurendor rose to speak, his voice resonated with a power that shook the very fabric of their existence, as he spoke of all they had to do, to summon their to be heroes.

"You all know the purpose of this meeting, don't you?" Aurendor asked, his voice stern.

The other gods nervously nodded their heads.

"Yes, the summoning shall be done today," they all said synchronously.

"This action shall be a selfish one on our part, separating people from their families, detaching them from their world... Nevertheless, for the sake of the greater good, we have no choice but to do so.." Aurendor said, his eyes fixed on the gods beside him.

"To prevent the end, it is necessary to do this." Another god said as he stood up.

They all nodded in agreement, as they reminded themselves that the end of all; be it Time, Space or even Matter, seemed inevitable. They indeed needed to summon people who will help them fight off against all dangers. But..

Who were going to be summoned?

Will they be of great help to them?

Back then, they didn't yet know, that in those they were going to summon, there will be several powerhouses among them,with two of them taking the lead:

One who will fight for creation.

And the other...

The one who brings an end to it all.

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