Foolish Mistake

The child. Achieving inspiration simply by staring at it. Feeling upon the concepts dwelling within.

The child recognized the sword as their future path to follow.

At that moment, Thisreon saw the true nature of the child's hidden talent, with which he was born. However, he was immediately saddened by the revelation because he knew that proper talent unlocking potions could only be found in the forge, and not the diluted version that the scientists of the federation claimed to have recreated.

For if the potion could be mass-produced and fell into the hands of the federation, the balance would be disrupted. The twelve deities had created the forge in hopes of appeasing the goddess of creation, as she had always regretted her decision in creating the abyss and its denizens.

It was in her best intentions to motivate the inhabitants of the great cosmos, in order for them to ascend. To further populate the higher realms. And in order for her to be able to find a friend.

She failed to reflect properly on the matter and was mistaken in her calculations of the growth the abyssal dwellers were capable of. With the help of their hive-mind and a uniquely crafted system borrowed from the lesser gods of the forge, they evolved into something more.

The deity trio of dwarf brothers were highly skilled at what they did and eager to please the goddess. They crafted an artifact in the shape of a cube, which, upon activation, manifested as the system. However, this pale representation of the goddess was allowed too much free reign and held too much power. It was never satisfied with existing only in the populated sectors of the grand cosmos and yearned to expand, spreading towards both the abyss and the higher realms.

The devourers, as mortals call them, equipped with the system, started to advance and eventually reached the higher realms. However, the twelve deities ruling over the divide between the realms did not recognize their claim to becoming an archon as legitimate. As a result, they asked the goddess to create a grand battlefield where Archons could fight endlessly with the ascending devourers. This was done in order to reduce their increasing numbers and prevent the spread of too much taint, which could potentially reach the higher realms.

Fortunately, the Archons dwelling in the divide at that time were getting bored of constantly having to socialize and polish their techniques.

And so, the archons gladly jumped at the opportunity to once again roam the battlefield, for they had done the same during their mortal years.

Now equipped with their perfected mastery and loadout of skills and techniques, the archons descended upon the devourers like a hammer of judgment, slaughtering them by the billions.

Thisreon focused his attention back to the veil between realms, knowing that he had more important matters to attend to than reminiscing about the history of the Archons. He delved deeper into the veil, observing his future student and the one who would become his rival.