A child was born with a power the gods had never foreseen—the Energy of Gods.

Innocent and unaware, this little girl carried within her the ability to reshape the entire multiverse. With her power, the boundaries between realities could be rewritten, destinies could be undone, and even the divine themselves could fall.

To the gods, she was not a child.
She was a weapon.

Every god across the Pantheon sought her—to control her, to imprison her, or to destroy her. From Olympus to Asgard, to the realms of chaos, the great powers of the cosmos clashed for dominance. Odin. Zeus. The New Gods. the old gods. Even those long thought dormant rose again, drawn by the promise of unlimited power.

Thus began the Pantheon War—a divine conflict threatening to shatter the foundations of reality.

But one being saw what the gods could not.
Theonix, a mysterious entity beyond the veil of known creation, acted swiftly. To protect the girl—his daughter—he summoned two champion from another world: a man named Sarive and diana

Once human. Now something more.

Endowed with powers rivaling the gods, Sarive was thrust into the heart of a universe at war, his mission clear—protect the child at all costs. He was not alone. By his side stood Diana, a warrior forged by truth, and no stranger to battles against the divine.

Together, they would stand against the wrath of countless gods.

As darkness swept across the multiverse and divine armies tore through dimensions, Sarive and Diana became a beacon of hope. Their bond—one of trust, fire, and unyielding will—would be tested in the fires of cosmic war.

But the greatest challenge was still to come.

For even heroes blessed by gods must ask: How do you save a child when every god wants her power?

In the shadowed halls beneath the Refuge, a secret chamber opened—sealed for millennia.


A cold wind swept through the space as a trio of figures emerged.


Clad in shimmering silver robes, their eyes glowing faintly like stars, they moved with purpose.


Selari whispered, "The Daughters of Oravon... thought extinct."


Each daughter bore a fragment of Oravon's power—pieces of the primordial god trapped inside Hope.


Mirae: The Weaver of Time, her fingers twisting threads of past and future.


Lyra: The Keeper of Secrets, guardian of forgotten knowledge.


Kalis: The Shadow Singer, whose voice could bend reality itself.


They had lived hidden in fractured timelines, waiting for Hope to awaken fully.


"The Prism's light calls us home. But the darkness grows. Letheborn is but the beginning."


She held out a crystalline shard, pulsing with blue fire.


"This shard holds a message from the First Wonder Woman… a warning across time."


Diana took the shard, and images flooded her mind:


A version of herself, older and battle-worn, standing in ruins.


A prophecy of a coming Fracture—a shattering of the multiverse unless the Prism was protected.


A voice, faint but resolute: "Trust no god. The end is not salvation. It is control."


Meanwhile, Sarive felt the Infinity power wane.


His body ached. Memories slipped like water through his fingers.


Mirae's eyes softened as she touched his brow.


"The Infinity state is tearing at your soul's fabric. You must learn to weave yourself whole."


The voices from within the Prism spoke more clearly now—whispering secrets, warnings, and riddles.


One voice stood apart—soft, maternal, commanding.


"I am your Mother," it said. "And I will show you the path to power... or ruin."


The daughters warned of an approaching force.


The Veilbreakers—mercenaries from shattered realities, hunting the Prism's power.


Their leader: a ruthless warlord named Kaelen Vrax, who wields the Void Blade.


Hope closed her eyes, feeling the weight of worlds on her small shoulders.


Chapter 9 - DAUGHTERS OF ORAVON