Divine mission pt2

Carter descended slowly, the golden glow of his wings casting radiant beams across the grand hall. As his feet gently touched the palace floor, a wave of divine aura pulsed outward, rippling through the space. The Saints, still kneeling with their heads bowed, trembled, feeling the overwhelming presence of their god.

None dared to raise their eyes. The mere thought of looking directly upon the Primordial God filled them with awe and reverence.

Carter's voice, smooth yet powerful, echoed through the hall. "Ralak has chosen wisely," he said, his tone filled with approval. "You all stand before me as my most faithful, and soon you shall serve a greater purpose than any Saint before you."

He extended his arms, his white-and-gold robes flowing like cosmic rivers. The air itself seemed to hum with energy at his movement. "Rejoice, my children, for you have been chosen to spread my will across the stars. The worlds beyond our own will know the power of the Primordial God, through you."

The silence in the hall stretched for a moment longer, thick with the weight of Carter's words. The Saints, their heads still bowed, felt the magnitude of the mission settle into their bones, a mixture of awe and fear swirling within them. Finally, one of the Trekan Saints, her red skin glistening under the divine light, nervously stepped forward. She hesitated, her voice soft and respectful.

"Great Primordial One," she began, her eyes still fixed on the floor, "how will we spread your word to worlds not of your creation? Without your hand guiding us, how can we... ensure success?"

Carter regarded her with a slight nod, his eyes glowing softly. "Your concern is valid, my child," he responded, his voice calm yet commanding. "The planets you will go to are not mine—yet. But my influence will grow through you. Wherever my faith takes root, my power will follow. The more who believe, the stronger my connection becomes, until the planets themselves bend to my will."

Another Saint, this time a Qorveth with bright blue skin, spoke next, her voice trembling slightly. "Forgive me, Primordial God," she stammered, "but... what of those who refuse? The ones who deny your divinity, as the Void Cult did?"

Carter's eyes narrowed slightly, his voice darkening. "You will not be the first to face opposition, but the Void Cult's fate serves as a reminder." He paused, letting his words sink in. "Faith, my child, can be spread with conviction or with force. Those who deny the truth will fall as they have before. Your mission is not to question their defiance but to ensure my will is carried out."

A tense murmur spread through the group, but Carter raised his hand, silencing them. "Do not fear. I have chosen you because you are capable. You will not fail me."

At last, one of the Xlydra, her dark eyes reflecting the golden light, spoke up. "Will you be with us, Primordial One?" Her voice held a note of desperation. "Will your guidance... will your presence remain with us as we go?"

Carter smiled slightly, a gesture that carried both warmth and immense power. "Though I will not walk with you physically, my presence will be felt wherever my name is spoken. I will see through your eyes, hear through your voices. My Saints, you are my instruments, and my power flows through you."

With his final words, Carter spread his wings wide, golden feathers shimmering like starlight. The Saints, now reassured, nodded in unison, determination hardening in their expressions.

"You may now prepare for the journey. I will send you all to different planets with some other eternals," Carter concluded, his voice resonating with finality. "The time for your journey is near."

The hall was silent once more, but the energy in the air was electric. The Saints understood—this was their moment.