Celeste body tensed. The faceless figure remained motionless, its form shifting like a star-filled void.
The voice resonated. "Do you wish to see what the gods have hidden?"
Celeste nodded. "Show me."
The void rippled.
The darkness peeled away
She was standing in a sky, high above a battlefield. Below, two forces clashed beings unlike anything she had ever seen.
On one side stood luminous figures in golden Aether, their very presence radiating divine power. They wielded weapons of pure light, cutting through the sky with absolute authority.
On the other side were beings of shadow and chaos, moving like liquid darkness, shifting between forms. Their presence felt older than time itself
Celeste could feel the battle. It was real
Above the battlefield, two figures clashed in the heavens.
One shone like a radiant sun
The other was a void in the sky, its form shifting, bound in unseen chains.
"You have stolen what was never yours."
Their clash split the heavens. Celeste felt the force of their battle as it sent shockwaves through the vision.
This wasn't just a war.
This was the war.
The war that had erased Nyx from history.
She turned to the faceless figure beside her.
"Who are they?"
The figure's voice was quieter this time.
"The first gods. The ones who took the throne. And the one who lost everything."
The vision began to crack, fragments slipping away. The abyss pulled her back.
In an instant, she was standing in darkness again. The faceless figure was watching her, silent.
"The Pantheon took power from something else. From someone else."
The figure gave a slow nod.
"And now, they fear it"
The abyss trembled.
Celeste exhaled.