Prologue - In the Sea of Ruins

The slightest darkness seems to endanger the lives of many powerful existences, and the heavens appear to be much heavier than the world, banal, and desolate.

The sky align with the devastating booming supersonic soundwaves of countless thunders, expressing terror in a zigzagging radiance that spans the physical, spiritual, and astral realities as the waves surge in all directions, transmitting tremendous seething emotions.

There is now no one who should travel the world's oceans, which are an endless stretch of black water filled with dazzling stars.

Another nameless sea, which is where all of this mayhem is coming from, is located in the easternmost front of the Sonia Sea.

A gigantic figure floating there with "His" arms out wide as though welcoming the entire universe is there.

It would not be absurd to suppose that "He" is the universe's creator given that "His" hands are calloused and can be seen to contain everything.

Simply put, "His" existence validates the accolades of countless beings that are kneeling and shaking in reverence and adoration throughout the cosmos since it is perfect in mind, body, and soul.

"He" is the Ancient Sun God…

The lord that created everything… the omnipotent and omniscient… the source of everything great… the beginning and the end… the god of gods… the ruler of the vast astral world…

Although "His" eyes appear to be empty, they also appear to hold all knowledge, reaching from the past through the pure and unclouded present to the infinitely chaotic future.

While three undefined conceptual abstractions encircle "Him," this "omnipotent and omniscient" existence gazes in illumination.

In the end, I'm still a hapless fool of a character in the Primordial One's story… In "His" complete defeat, the Ancient Sun God laughs madly, observing the countless stars that illuminate the opulent blackness that extends into infinity and that, to this day, map the universe as it is currently expanding.

"He" could feel countless authorities in the pierces and emanates throughout "His" body.

Even by accepting "His" persistent life, the conceptual presence of such bizarre abstractions as death could even perish.

"His" actions and determination to persist are brutally restrained by mutated chains that are utterly seeking to do so.

"His" life appears to be an attempt by a plant to wither, similar to an animal that is being compelled, instructed, and controlled to stop being alive.

Light and gloom merge into an incandescent twilight that explodes wildly behind "His" back as "His" existence progressively dwindles.

Moonflowers and night vanillas abound amid an utterly endless expanse of silence and darkness that serves as "His" surroundings.

The shouts of an army of unstoppable troops, each with equal strength and might, sounded loudly and triumphantly in "His" ears. It is both enrage-inspiring and enticing to chant a single phrase that "He" should give up.

Each new powerful element is being introduced one by one in an effort to make "His" death and resurrection the event's inevitable end, with each passing second all but deciding its own fate.

In front of "Him" are three of "His" Kings of Angels. Wind Angel Leodero, White Angel Aucuses, and Wisdom Angel Herabergen eating Uniquenesses and Sequence 1 Beyonder Characteristics.

"He" already has an ink of idea about the Primordial One's plan, and "He" is resisting the negative emotions to develop in "Him".

As a Visionary, "He" is aware that the Primordial One is attempting to awaken in the Fifth Epoch, not the Second Epoch.

The length of time doesn't matter in the Great Old One's eyes; only the result does.

The Ancient Sun God is immobilized by dread; "He" has no idea if "He" is being manipulated or not…

Slowly, "His" perception of "Himself" became hazy, and finally… "His" sense of self vanished.

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A young man with wavy black hair and black eyes may be seen off in the distance. "He" has a slender face and a wide forehead. Above "His" right eye is a crystal monocle, and "His" head is covered with a black pointed hat.

The Angel of Time Amon's eyes conceal a heaviness as "He" makes an increasing attempt to "steal" within the Tenebrous Heaven of the Evernight Goddess.

Even though the Rose Redemption diverted "He" and "His" brother from the plan, "He" already has the fundamental understanding of what is taking place based on what "He" witnessed throughout "His" journey.

A little while later, "He" arrived, "His" heart rising with rage as "He" witnessed three of "His" "sworn brothers" devouring the Beyonder Characteristics and Uniquenesses of "His" father.

The fundamental law of knowledge and will inside the three Kings of Angels be immediately stopped by Amon, notably Wisdom Angel Herabergen, by immediately deceiving the corresponding regions of the Astral World.

Herabergen is unsurprised since "He" realizes that one or more of the Kings of Angels will attack; "He" just doesn't know which one.

A foreshadowing of what is to come can also be found in Leodero's lightning-quick logic and information processing and in Aucuses' rapid arrangement of knowledge and the future.

The Physical and Spirit Worlds also faded into the background as the Astral World erupted in force.

A deep blue color in the rapturing lightning spreads throughout, and the omniscient will to be omnipotent descends, and the appearance of an illumination's limitless grandeur, which brings about beauty and grace and renders all sense useless.

In the far distance leaped a tall man, "He" was dressed in black armor that seemed to be splashed with blood. "He" had red hair that resembled fire, looking young and handsome.

A light emerges from the shadows, and an angel comes down. Tall and lean, "He" has long, silver hair that reaches "His" back. "His" facial features are gentle.

Yet as the three absolute conceptual forces are halted by Amon's authority over time, Medici's authority that conquers everything, and Ouroboros' authority that determines the outcome of an action or event, Amon merely stands there, iciness evident in "His" black pupils.

Fighting will be pointless, the Ancient Sun God's plan failed, "His" will is already erased by the Primordial One, and Leodero, Aucuses, and Herabergen could be driven into madness at any point in time, increasing the chance of awakening the Primordial One's will inside "Them".

The three traitors are well aware of this and refrain from fighting each other in combat; even Leodero controls "his" irritability in order to avoid getting into conflict.

The Evernight Goddess, who has been observing the fight between the Kings of Angels in silence, eventually makes a decision to move.

Unknowingly, the Crimson Moon emerges, the Spirit World turns chaotic on impulse, and innumerable bleeding eyes start to slowly emerge in the nothingness.

The Kings of Angels tremble along with the commotion as the authority of terror spreads, and the three traitors fall asleep and are seized by ethereal, feminine, beastly hands wrapped in black fur.

in the sumptuous expanse of the unaware, a fair lady Evernight Goddess appears.

"She" is an extremely beautiful lady with a hazy face. "She" wears a layered black classical dress that isn't overly complex. There is a circle of radiating rays at the bottom of "Her" head.

There are glistening flecks of brilliance on this lady's dress. They are fragments of brilliant, radiant jewels. It initially gives the impression that you are viewing the night and the stars. Under the Evernight Goddess's crown is a circle that resembles a full moon.

"She" gazes at the lifeless corpse of the Ancient Sun God with a look of sadness and pity.

Their connection is symbolized by the time "She" has spent with "Him" over the course of the Second Epoch up until this point.

Someone from a distant past, from a history that is no more…

Farewell… Sasrir… The Evernight Goddess turns "Her" back, leaves the rest of the Kings of Angels behind, and vanishes along with the three traitors.

But the Sea of Ruins stays silent…

The Ancient Sun God are nowhere to be found.