Realm Wars 7 - A Malevolent one.

UNKNOWN POV

Nothingness. A subject that had been on everyone's mind. A topic discussed in the taverns of the silver temple. On the streets of marble or the dark caverns of the dungeons.

What it was and why it couldn't be breached. What it held. All questions that had many puzzled. Even the known gods had little to no answer to it. All they knew about it was its existence. Long before the first vestiges of their memories and thoughts within the energies that birthed them.

Few players had a theory though.

Nothingness while unknown served the same purpose as space did to Earth.

Others thought that nothingness was nothing but the boundary of the universe.

One thing we knew collectively was that it was there to stop any from going beyond. Whatever it hid was either too dangerous or too powerful for mere gods.

Either way, all those speculations ended as we got our answer. There was nothing but a white misty wall beyond the ripped-open nothingness. The mist was equally ripped spotting five gashes that stretched in a long line from west to east.

But it wasn't the gash, neither was it the white misty wall that answered our speculations of what the nothing and whatever that wall was for. It was the ooze of black ink that seeped in.

Slowly at first. As a trickle next, then like a spout from a tap, and then a flood of it. Pouring into our universe. We would have been ignorantly standing there unsure of what was going on if not for the system-wide alert that announced itself in thick red words floating in the sky for all players and NPCs to see.

'Red for danger right ' I thought.

[PRIMORDIAL CHAOS INCURSION]

[QUEST DIRECTIVES - SURVIVE]

[ADVICE - RUN]

[Rewards - Your Life, Unascertained]

[Failure - PERMA DEATH]

I had been two inches from giving a finger to the system before the failure flashed into my vision. Running suddenly sounded like a good idea.

I didn't doubt I was the only one as many began backing right up with shock and fear on their faces. Getting permanently killed in this game was a no-no for many. I wondered how the system how translated it to the NPCs.

"What the hell!" a voice yelled drawing many eyes. Mine too rose as I looked in the direction the fingers were pointed to. I spotted the streamer birds or ravens as they were called that were already flying higher to get a closer view. Mine followed but not too far, it wasn't a hidden fact that the ravens could see as far as possible.

Yet I wasn't focused on my raven at all. No, my eyes, more shocked than the first player that exclaimed locked on the foolish fella who was flying straight for the gathering black ink that was the primordial chaos.

Was this guy insane?

While the NPCs were unaware of the true ramifications of what primordial chaos could be, we players knew. It was a popular concept in many games, movies, web novels, and comics. It was an overused concept that by now many knew the basic gist of.

Being bad when not yours to wield.

Even if it was yours to wield it would come with bad vibes due to the amount of negative energy it would attract to you. An energy known to either create or destroy worlds in various alliterations of its use.

Yet here it was gathering and solidifying into whatever eldritch thing it desired to be and some player was just rushing at it.

"Were players this crazy in other games or did the creator player affect people like this." I truly wondered as I watched the Argonne tear through the boundaries of the divine realm and out into the void.

Before any could react though another strange thing occurred. Light shone over everyone, it covered me as well almost blinding me as I felt the ground fall away and then return in a split millisecond.

The light was gone and the view was different.

Beautiful. Not in the radiant bright way that was Torheim. It was more silent, colder. Like a pale princess with a killer beauty. Dangerous yet alluring. The blue mists that swirled from the grounds helped us realize where we were.

"Feyryire!"

A loud boom from above had us looking to see a strange scene. In the time it had taken for us to get transported, a battle had started and finished above and now the player along with many others was falling from outside the realm and like streaks into the soul realm.

Their trajectory weirdly enough aligned them to fall to Feyryire instead of Torheim.

'Why were we all brought here? To die together?'I could only frown at the thought as the falling players finally broke into the realm.

A group of Elosas and what were those. A weird-looking humanoid race weaved waters from around to cushion their fall while the Elosas froze it to stop the players' inertia before releasing them. All the players that stumbled out were conscious. Argonnes, the entirety of them. But two stood out.

One glared darkly at the chaos like he wanted to go back and beat it. The other was calm yet troubled his eyes darting between the entity and another being lying a few feet away.

A devil.

From the way, the Argonne kept flicking his eyes to the Devil and the way the said devil was grinning madly, it was obvious what had happened.

Somehow this devil had done this. How?. More importantly, how could I get such an ability or skill to effortlessly cut through something like the nothingness? It had to be known that many players had tried many things to affect the nothingness. Skills, elemental powers, and anything available. Yet that light had done it and by the hands of the devil.

'Is the devil race that powerful?'.

I knew though that I wouldn't be getting the answer to my question as things began moving on. The entity seemed to finally be satisfied with its size, though black threads of chaos still connected it to the gashes.

I noted it was keeping the gashes from sealing up. The nothingness as well was being held back by it.

This would be troublesome.

A shudder passed over every one of us, our ears ringing as we fell to our knees. The flashing of mental notifications not helping.

It roared. I realized. A roar had brought us to the ground. Even the Argonnes and devils too as well as the demons writhed on the ground.

The pain was unbearable and the pressure it exuded was heavy and unrelenting. I could feel my bones being pressed down. My breath was harsh. I was tempted to log out and escape but my body would remain here.

Just when I was about to give up a voice split the air with a. command that halted the pressure a bit.

"ENOUGH"

My body tried to breathe but the pressure while lesser was still not completely removed.

Slowly more pressure added to the first voice and lifted me, us from the terrifying body-breaking state.

Eyes stared up to see who our helpers were. Five of them floated beyond the realm in a circle, surrounding the primordial pool of chaos.

The Administrator gods.

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FRANCO"S POV

I watched the chaos energy seep into our universe from beyond. Watched it slowly try to stabilize its form within our reality.

Beside me, the devil rambled on madly about chaos and order. How the scales would be reset to let the strong survive and the weak perish.

He snickered at the scene with a mad lust for whatever power he imagined. It was so crazy that I looked away from focusing on observing this entity.

The system. already made it clear. Fighting was impossible. But someone had to stop this thing before it moved. I didn't know how the administrators would deal with this or if they ever had or could.

But if they were not yet here then, it had to be someone. Seeing as I failed to halt the power that tore the nothingness then I had to try again. I took a running leap and flapped leaving the incredulously gaping devil behind.

Something I knew about people was. Everyone would wait for someone to act. Anyone would think that everyone or no one should act. In the end, while they all pointed fingers nobody would react.

I would be someone today.

The realm boundaries pushed back at me trying to keep me within, yet I forced myself through. It was not the first time I had tried leaving the realms. But it would be the first time I went farther than what I had gone before.

Right before I slipped through I commanded the winds, the roaring gales of the element to surround me right before I burst into the nothingness.

It was just as I remembered it.

A confusing lawless place. The realms below me now, or was I upside down and it was actually above? No wind or any of the elements but that which my will held strongly to me.

I flapped using the wind to fly yet also keeping it from straying too far and losing it to the nothingness. The dark space was nothing compared to the ink of the chaos that seethed at my arrival.

My sword hummed as I fed it energy. Shook as the gales surrounded it once more. Then I swung. The gale whipped out compressed and into the chaos ink.

The thing barely reacted before its surface like the top of a black sea bubbled. Out flashed a tentacle, so fast that it was upon me before I realized it had even exited the surface of the black water. My eyes shut as I cursed my stupidity.

The sound of a splash greeted my ears, the lack of pain or notifications making me open my eyes. Before me was a liquid-like a blue wall of energy.

"Another meathead just like me" A grunt from the side had me spotting my first Daemon.

He was truly a sight to behold. He towered way over me or was that him just floating higher? Unlike my golden irises, he spotted blue sea ones. His wings were designed with both golden and blue feathers but majorly of blue.

The one feature he had that I lacked as an Argonne was the two horns jutting out the side of his skull. In his right palm he gripped an axe. One that wreathed with blue energy. No, it was the blue energy.

I was almost taken by him that I missed the sight of several Argonnes flapping their wings around me. Most trying to set themselves as we were even if it seemed wrong to them. Some had horns, blues eyes, and feathers. The others just as divine as I was.

Not a word was said as we all formed attacks, our strongest too. I could tell. Even the Argonne at my side had his. His axe was brimming with that blue energy.

We never got to strike as the entity lashed out, a massive tentacle almost touching us.

My gales and the swing of the daemon by my side struck pushing both of us back. The force of the rebound was so much that we plummeted. I realized how fucked we all were as my gales followed my will and latched onto the others pulling them all with me as we plummeted back to the realms.

As we fell, the question was visible in our worried expressions. If the administrators failed, then what next?

The entity above shook its inky body before glancing to the side at the gashes. Its inky form trying to spread and shield the gash from sight.

'Covering its weakness. Powerful. Eldritch. Untouchable and intelligent. Were doomed. Hildelith help us. Did I just pray?. This fame is getting to me'.

I shook my head eyes locked on the thing as it's black mass kept moving. I knew already that we would definitely need something huge to take that thing down.