A silence unlike any before stretched across the dominion. A stillness not of peace, but of anticipation.
Within the abyss, beneath its unshakable darkness, something stirred-not with hesitation, but with purpose.
The weight of eternity trembled as an ancient force awoke in full.
And it was not alone.
The **Legions of Zepxaris** had waited.
Not imprisoned. Not sealed. But standing in perfect, disciplined stillness, for eons uncounted. Not a single
warrior had rusted, not a single will had wavered. Time was irrelevant to them, for they were not meant to
decay. They did not age, nor weaken, for their sole reason for existing was to march the moment their master
willed it.
And now, the call had come.
Before the vast army, three figures stood apart from the ranks-three titanic presences whose very existence
defied the heavens.
The **First General: Hollow, the Heaven-Defying Phantom**-an entity so absolute that even celestials
trembled at his name. Where he walked, the divine unraveled, their so-called eternal light snuffed as if it had
never been. He did not destroy gods; he erased them.
The **Second General: Grit, the Architect of Laws**-a being who could construct and bend reality itself at awhim. Where he tread, even the firmest of cosmic laws became mere suggestions, rewritten to his liking. To
oppose him was to fight against the very fabric of existence itself.
The **Third General: Thrust, the God-Slayer**-a relentless force of carnage, whose blade had ended more
deities than the stars in the sky. He did not merely kill; he turned gods into slaughtered cattle, their celestial
remains mere trophies of his wrath.
These were not mere commanders. They were forces of nature given form, the ones who ensured the legions
remained unbroken. But even they knew their place.
They did not exist to conquer.
For war was not theirs to wage-it was their master's will alone. Their duty was singular: to ensure nothing
escaped once the battle began.
Yet, before that moment could come, a test was needed.
Zepxaris did not need validation. He did not require proof. But in his absence, the world had changed. And so,
a single battalion was chosen.
The weakest among them.
Even so, these warriors were enough to rival the might of the so-called "mortal gods"-the revered entities
worshiped in the lesser realms. To those below, they were unstoppable calamities. But here, they were mere
scouts.
And under the command of **Thrust**, they marched.
From the forsaken abyss, their presence seeped into the world, flowing like an unseen poison into the cracks of
existence. The battalion moved with ruthless precision, from the lowest mortal lands to the divine realms
above, silently observing, assessing, determining what had become of the cosmos in their lord's absence.
The findings were... amusing.
The number of gods had multiplied, their arrogance unchecked. But none-none-held even the faintest
knowledge of Zepxaris. No myths. No legends. No fear.
It was as if he had never existed.
The thought alone was enough to make the void itself shudder in dark amusement.
And then, within that infinite abyss, a sound emerged-a **laugh**.
Melodious. Effortless. Yet carrying with it a weight so suffocating that the very fabric of space twisted in
response. The void was not simply reacting-it was entertained.
Zepxaris spoke, his voice barely more than a whisper, yet shaking the abyss to its core.
"Good... It is good to start again with nothing."
The abyss, the realm, existence itself-it all listened. And it did not resist.
The world had forgotten him.
Now, it would remember.
A decree was sent forth-not in words, not in letters, but as a command woven into the essence of reality itself.
**Submit. Or perish.**
The heavens did not tremble in fear, for they did not yet understand.
Some gods laughed, dismissing it as the ramblings of some lesser demon playing a fool's game. Others, more
cautious, began to gather their forces, preparing for an enemy they had never heard of.
But none of them-none-understood the futility of it all.
And so, the first realm fell.
Not to war. Not to battle. But to inevitability.
For Zepxaris had returned.
And the world had only just begun to suffer.