CHAPTER 459: CHAPTER 459- UNLEASHED

Since the beginning of time, the Omega had split the world into three Realms.

The first was the Mortal Realm. The world of man and beast alike and at first, it had been the only Realm.

It was a place which was much vaster, with inhabitants with titan-like powers and strength.

The leaders at the time were those who stood at the precipice of Humanity.

Few beings had broken through the barriers of the Law that guided the flow of the Mortal Realm.

Rebels to the Omega, and they were named Eternals.

They were growing in strength and could lay waste to the civilisation at the time if they so wished.

And so, their existence brought order to the world, as servants of the Omega, who foresaw things with cosmic craftsmanship.

For a while, they did as told.

Worshipped his name, raised followers who would preach his existence, uphold their laws and guide lost souls to the Eternals, who in turn, offered themselves to the Omega.

And so, it became a ritual– their ritual... until one broke it. The Heaven Breaker.

It always took the fall of one person to ruin the stability of the masses, and that was exactly what occurred.

A man of bright crimson hair, and pale, white eyes. A being who had reached the epitome.

The 20th tier. A god.

He had risen a multitude of followers, and amassed so much strength that he became superior to his peers and had risen to a stage no one could reach.

His followers had turned their praises to him, and his loyalty to the Omega was lost in the sea of pride that brewed with his strength.

It wasn’t difficult to imagine what happened next.

The man had set out to find the Omega, to conquer it and become the one true god– but that greed came with eternal damnation.

And his ending ultimately led to the banishment of him and his followers to the second Realm.

The Realm of the Dead. Hades.

Here, he was punished and stripped of the true power he once possessed, shrinking him and his kind... and seizing away their humanity.

’Following that... the Omega took the Eternals who chose to worship him and created the Heavenly Realm.’

And those who didn’t? They were cast into the Realm of the Dead and locked for eternity.

Lioren sighed as he recollected the forbidden information. Lost facts about the world they lived in.

’The Eternals didn’t just leave the world as it was... after all, the Mortal Realm was stripped of power to avoid cases like the Heaven Breaker... No, they left their trails.’

Trails of the gods. Artefacts which were crafted by gods, and not man, are a source of new strength for those who stumble upon them.

’But it was not enough... over time... wars spewed to get these items and humans fought to find them only to lose all of it.’

But it wasn’t gone. Not entirely.

’The gods set these artefacts in far unreachable places... places never thought of by man. Spaces that couldn’t be reached with the physical world.’

His lips tugged into a smile.

’In other words... Territorial Spaces.’

Normally, one would have found it impossible to access these places, but Mayura, a goddess acting as a messenger from the Heavenly Realm descended.

And with her aide... they were able to stop the persistence of the Demonic War at the time.

’This is the secret behind many of our recent predicaments.’

The Great Families, for instance, had at least one lineage that linked them to one of the Eternals.

With the information flooding his thoughts, Lioren shook his head to snap himself back to reality.

’I was absorbed too much for a second, there.’

"The Covenant of the Stars."

The Crimson Lord repeated with a tune of interest as he rested his head lazily on his hand.

Lioren immediately bowed in response.

"Yes, my lord... ancient power lost to time. If we can find this... then breaking through the bounds put on us by our Humanity would be an easy thing."

"Preposterous"

Malalal’s discontent was made evident as he placed his palms on the table.

"An ancient power is not enough to break the bounds set on the Mortal Realm."

Liorent’s lips curled into a smile. A subtle one that failed to hide the intent within it.

But by the time the Dragonoid King had seen it, it was too late.

"Malalal?"

The room spun as a force, commanding and unrelentless, slamming against the Dragonoid with full force.

Malalal groaned in pain as his body was slammed into the thick, concrete table before it sank deeper into something golden and lustrous with a metal thing!

The mood shifted instantly and everyone fell to their knees in silence.

The Dragon King, meanwhile, had other fish to fry as he was caught under the sturdy gaze of his prying Master.

With his body locked and his mind set ablaze with thoughts, he couldn’t help but reprimand the voice within.

’That bastard, Lioren!’

Malalal was one of the oldest living beings in the Mortal Realm and stood for centuries of knowledge.

Information on this had been kept in secrecy from the Humans, as breaking through the limits meant angering the Heavens... and the creator of it all.

’But humans were stubborn... they were greedy.’

And they would spell doom for them all if they attempted what he deciphered they would.

But first–

"Malalal"

The Crimson Lord’s voice boomed with authority. Far grander than the King’s and deadly to boot.

It was evident that even with words, Malalal’s life was not in his hands.

"Did you know of this?"

The dragonoid remained silent for just a second before he growled bitterly as he replied.

"Yes, my liege. I apologise, but I had only heard it in stories of old... this... this is a madness that would bring retribution from the heavens.

There is no method of breaking the limits without calling the gods."

The force increased a thousandfold and the man plunged deeper

The air ripped and cracked with the shades of lightning and blood that pulsed with life.

And it caused unavoidable pain that ran through his body like blood.

Malalal could do nothing but seethe in a pool of blood that was squished out of him like a sponge.

"Si– Sire..." He bit his lips hard as he began. Stopping once before he choked blood and continued.

"A way– I can find a way to do it! To find them!"

The weight lifted off instantaneously like a heavy blanket of moody clouds swept away by the bright rays of the Morning sun.

The room went still, and the others remained as such.

No one would dare speak now... not even Lioren.

The Crimson Lord was not pleased one bit.

"Assist Lioren... Find this method... increase our strength.

I want us to be ready to take everything for the King’s coming."

The Devil King meant everything... and every other was simply vanity before the eyes of the Crimson Lord.

If the gods of the Heavenly Realm wish to intervene... then let them, but they would be ready.

Malalal struggled with twisted and wrinkled limbs to kneel straight and bowed with the same respect as the rest.

"As you wish... I shall fly through the heavens and the earth to find a way, my lord."

But the Dragonoid knew more than anyone that this was akin to, if not worse than, a goose chase.

With nothing but old tales and ancient knowledge... would they truly find such a power?

Well... that part would be filled in by Lioren. After all, this was news that he brought up.

’How much does he know about it?’

He wondered.

A Covenant was akin to a contract with the demons.

A kind of connection to the gods who forged it, meant to be used through a medium... an object you might say.

If found, it would be used without consequences, and it boosted one’s overall strength far into a tier they shouldn’t ordinarily reach.

In other words... they could serve as a medium to break through the limit set on man. The 100th level limit.

’I always knew he was hungry for power... but this...’

He paused slowly as a sigh escaped his lips.

’...this is madness.’

"With that said..."

With the Crimson Lord’s voice, the members began to take their seats once more and resumed the charisma for the meeting.

"... the rest of you will focus on tasking yourself within the scenes... move the pawns that we have set so that enough death is caused.

With the failure of Mila Jack and Nicho Mayuri, this will be our only way to make up for lost time."

They bowed in unison.

"Father Gonan, how is your influence within the Church?"

An old, bald man in a white and golden priest robe looked up at the Crimson Lord at the mention of his name.

His golden eyes brimming with holy energy as his body shivered under the weight of years passed.

For over a hundred years, Father Manon Lucius stood to appease his lord.

"Everything... is going as planned." His voice was hoarse and cracked.

Old and diminished in every form as he continued with his speech.

"Though we may have lost a Faction in Border Town... our influence remains prevalent.

Your name, which is the true god and not that bitch, Mayura... is being upheld by all members of my faction."

Every member around that table shifted on their seats uncomfortably.

Their gazes were darting away from the man and towards their Lord.

The 10th Executive had always been an oddball.

He was the second oldest after the Dragonoid King, and by far the weakest amongst them... but his presence... his allure. He was a man of many secrets.

Secrets that creeped not just everyone around the table... but the Lord, himself.

Their leader nodded in response.

"Good. Commence as you have... I trust when it is time, you won’t fail."

"Of course, my liege."

"As for you...Jester."

The Sixth Executive, Jester Clowface turned to his liege.

"Matters are in my hand, My liege, and I will be having a meeting impromptu with the Matriarch, once I return."

The Crimson Lord nodded further.

Satisfaction laced at the end of his gaze as he lazily lifted his left hand upwards.

In turn, the air was filled with the ruffle of clothes and the subtle nudges of the chairs as the Executives arose to their feet.

"Those fools have harmed the Heavens, why shielding themselves from the flames of our waste... they harmed the lives that I had nurtured for the great coming of our god, the Devil King and posed an obstacle to my grand plans."

The room was filled with tension.

A knowing tension as the people gathered prepped themselves up for what was to come.

"Do not let them go unpunished... but do not bring any more shame in my name."

A moment of silence followed.

"Leave this meeting and act according to my will."

The seven powerful figures of the Red Peacemakers.

Executives on par if not stronger than the last two, bowed with eagerness in their hearts.

"Your words are our law."

They chorused, unable to hide the rush of adrenaline that flowed through their veins.

How could they? When they were finally unleashed.