CHAPTER 92: WILL OF ORDER

[: 3rd POV :]

The air grew heavy, silence falling upon the gathered rulers as the energy disintegrated into nothingness within the grip of the colossal, invisible hand.

The sky above the Forbidden Continent sealed itself again, leaving only the undisturbed barrier, humming as though mocking their futile efforts.

The Demon King clenched his fists.

"Impossible... The Orb of Nebula should’ve pierced through anything! Even divine constructs!"

His voice trembled, equal parts rage and disbelief.

Queen Lilith stared at the heavens, her expression tightening.

"Then what... was that thing?"

No one answered.

No one dared to.

All eyes eventually turned to Sylvene.

The Spirit Empress stood still, her pale hands clasped tightly before her, her eyes unfocused, as though staring far beyond the visible world.

Finally, she whispered in a tone that carried more weight than a roar.

"...The World Order."

A chill swept across the assembly.

Melira’s voice cracked slightly.

"World Order..."

Sylvene exhaled deeply, her gaze hardening.

"It’s the Will of the World itself"

"It governs balance, ensures boundaries remain unbroken. And it... has decided"

King Kaelgor growled low, his beastly nature barely restrained.

"Decided what?"

"That the Forbidden Continent must remain sealed."

Sylvene’s voice was heavy, as though the words themselves weighed tons.

"That no force, no artifact, no dragon’s roar or emperor’s decree will undo this barrier."

Dwarf King Thrain’s brows furrowed deeply.

"Ye tellin’ me the world itself won’t allow it? That’s madness!"

Sylvene shook her head slowly.

"Not madness"

"The World Order prevented our attack because... it will not permit what lies within to be unleashed."

Melira’s fists trembled as she stepped forward, her tone desperate.

"And my son? He’s inside! Fighting gods-know-what alone!"

"Are you saying the world itself would rather see him die than open this barrier?!"

Sylvene closed her eyes for a brief moment, her voice softer now, but still heavy with inevitability.

"It is not that the World wishes his death... but that it fears what might awaken."

Melira’s eyes blazed with fury, her claws extending slightly as her dragon blood stirred once more.

The oppressive silence that followed Sylvene’s explanation was shattered by her voice, sharp and defiant.

"I don’t care who it is," Melira growled, her tone low yet venomous.

"Gods, rulers, or the so-called World Order itself... If it dares to stand between me and my son, I will tear it apart. I will kill it."

The other rulers exchanged uneasy glances.

Even the Demon King, who was known for his ruthless pride, shifted his stance, sensing the weight of her words.

The sea breeze howled around them as though protesting her declaration.

Sylvene’s lips pressed into a thin line.

She did not respond immediately—because there was no proper response to such a vow.

Instead, she simply lowered her gaze, letting the silence speak for her.

Deep inside, she understood Melira’s rage.

Any mother would have said the same.

But the concept of the World Order... was not something one could fight, much less kill.

Finally, Sylvene spoke softly, almost like a whisper carried by the wind.

"Melira... You do not understand what you are declaring war against."

Melira snapped her head toward her, eyes glowing faintly.

"Then explain it! If it’s authority, then I’ll shatter it. If it’s divine law, I’ll burn it. If it’s fate—then I’ll crush fate with my own hands!"

Sylvene hesitated but did not answer further.

There were truths about the World Order—truths about its nature, its link to survival, and the catastrophic balance it maintained—that she dared not speak aloud.

If they knew, despair might eclipse their determination entirely.

Instead, she simply murmured, "...Your resolve is strong. But strength alone cannot challenge what defines reality itself."

Melira clenched her fists until blood trailed down her knuckles, her voice breaking through clenched teeth.

"Then watch me."

Sylvene kept her thoughts buried.

They didn’t need to know. They mustn’t know.

Revealing the truth about the World Order’s purpose would only sow despair—and doubt.

And she was confident.

Confident that this planet would remain safe, forever.

But the silence was broken when King Thrain of the Dwarves stepped forward, his heavy boots striking the deck with deliberate weight.

His eyes gleamed with stubborn determination, a sharp contrast to the hopelessness that had begun to spread among the others.

"If the World Order won’t allow us through,"*

Thrain rumbled, his deep voice cutting through the tense air.

"Then we’ll make it reconsider. I’ve been working on something—something unlike anything my people have forged before."

Melira narrowed her eyes.

"And what would that be?"**

Thrain turned and gestured to a massive, rune-covered crate being carried by four dwarves in exo-armored suits.

As they set it down with a resonant sound, the crate split open, revealing a weapon that seemed to hum with raw power.

A massive spear, its shaft made from star-forged materials and its head crackling with violet and golden lightning.

"I call it the Spear of Zeus," Thrain declared proudly.

"A man-made artifact—no, a masterpiece—born from runic science, alchemy, and ancient forging techniques lost to all but my clan."

Kaelgor, the Beast King, raised an eyebrow, his massive frame leaning forward.

"Quite bold of you to name it after a God. Does it live up to it?"

Thrain smirked beneath his beard, pride flickering across his face.

"If my calculations are correct, it can pierce through dimensional layers themselves"

"And if that barrier is bound by authority rather than just raw force, then this—"

He thumped the spear’s shaft with a heavy hand.

"—might just be the key to ripping a hole in it."

Rika crossed her arms, skeptical but intrigued.

"And if it fails?"

The dwarf king gave a sharp grin.

"Then at least we’ll know it wasn’t for lack of trying—or lack of firepower."

Melira stepped closer, her eyes fixed on the weapon.

Despite her skepticism, there was a flicker of hope.

"Very well, Thrain. Show us what your ’Spear of Zeus’ can do."

The other rulers moved back, giving him space.

As the dwarf king gripped the spear with both hands, the runes lit up in cascading sequences, each one awakening with a low, thrumming resonance that seemed to call upon the very sky.

King Thrain rested a calloused hand on the weapon, his expression turning solemn.

"This isn’t just any weapon," he said, his voice low but filled with weight.

"It was forged from three materials that no mortal could dream of laying their hands on."

Rika tilted her head, curiosity overcoming her skepticism.

"Three materials?"

Thrain nodded, almost reverently.

"The first is Lightning Origin Ore—mined from the remnants of a dead storm god’s heart, sealed deep within a void rift"

"It carries the essence of primordial thunder."

Kaelgor let out a low whistle.

"That alone could power a nation for centuries."

"The second is the Shard of Deva"

"A crystalized fragment of celestial law itself—said to be a piece of a higher plane where authority is born"

"Even holding it for more than a minute nearly crushed my lungs."

Melira’s gaze sharpened.

"And the last?"

A slow, proud grin spread across Thrain’s face.

"Transcendent Metal"

"Forged from the bones of a fallen astral titan and tempered within the breath of a star"

"It does not bend. It does not break. It obeys only its wielder’s will."

The room fell silent, the gravity of his words sinking in.

Even Sylvene’s eyes widened slightly—an acknowledgment of just how impossible such a creation was.

"With these three materials combined," Thrain declared, his hand tightening on the weapon’s shaft.

"we forged a spear worthy of its name—a Divine Weapon. Capable of piercing laws, tearing through dimensions... and if need be..."

He paused, his voice darkening.

"...killing divinities in one move."**

Melira exhaled softly, torn between disbelief and hope.

"Then may it be enough to break what even the will of order themselves seem to protect."**

King Thrain’s fingers closed around the Spear of Zeus, and immediately, arcs of blinding lightning crawled across his arms, searing the air with crackling fury.

The divine weapon thrummed as if it were alive, resonating with the raw authority of the materials it was forged from.

Melira shielded her eyes from the glare.

"That... that’s not just a weapon anymore," she muttered, her voice tinged with awe.

Thrain gritted his teeth as he poured his mana into the spear.

The ground beneath him trembled, and the faint metallic scent of ozone spread through the air.

His body began to blur, the outlines of flesh dissolving into pure, radiant current until his form was almost unrecognizable—a living storm wrapped in human shape.

Kaelgor’s jaw dropped.

"He’s... becoming the lightning itself."

Sylvene’s expression hardened.

"No... he is transcending. The spear isn’t just channeling his power—it’s fusing with his essence."

Thrain’s voice reverberated, distorted by the divine energy surging through him.

"This is... the Spear of Zeus’ true state. Man and weapon, one."

His figure pulsed with luminous arcs, every spark threatening to shatter the air itself.

Melira clenched her fists, sensing the immense strain rippling through him.

"How long can you hold that form?"

Thrain gave a low, humorless chuckle.

"One minute. Maybe less. After that, my energy would be drained"

Author’s Note: I know that for the past Chapters it might be boring, but bear with me for a while more as it’s quite important for the future.