Chapter 358 She Never Changes.

"What is that?" One spectator asked. "It is far less spetctacular than the appearance of lord Vestic was," One of the bystanders watching through her system window scoffed, staring at the gateway that lead out of the [Nightmare Prism]."What, are you expecting a spectacle every time they do something?" The man standing at her side asked her with an incredulous stare and his brow raised. "Isn't it too early for you to be getting entitled?"

"The System called it an special event, but so far it's just them standing and staring at a boring glowing door, there's nothing special about that- I put my job aside to be here!" The woman stubbornly scoffed back at the man.

"You..."

The Vatui man at her side shook his head and sighed, this type of person was just the type he detested the most, speaking to her any further was a waste of his intelligence, he gave up on her and trotted to a different, less crowded part of the beach; easier said than done though considering the amount of people that had been curious about the island before the announcement about the emergence of Dr'ul and Cecelia.

The sand was choked for miles in either direction with people wanting to get a glimpse of this event, system window or not.

On the Island in the air was a direct replica of the Vestic Estates, everything down to the trees were the same, with the only obvious differences coming from the lack of human staff since it was a bit of a stretch to take someone from earth and have them work for you on a foreign world unless their entire family was going to be there with them.

Sol stood passively next to the gate and his three women stood directly before the it, Sara stood to the side with Talia in her grasp staring intently at the gate, with Keele and Jenifer standing on either of her sides, while Renia, S'mael and Adonai were on the other side awaiting their sister with Hudor, Zara, Cosmo and the other apostles behind them. they formed an arc before the gate impatiently awaiting their missed siblings and friends.

"I am getting jitters of anxiety, what if they suffered some form of permanent injury?" Arla spoke up when the gate began leaking mana across the ground in with breathing pulse to the release.

"I don't worry, Arla," Ikaris smiled, resting her hand on the elf's shoulder when the pace of the pulse coming from the mana became erratic and the air around them began shaking. "The two of them are healthy, this might also serve as the motivator you have been lacking." She added, and Arla lowered her gaze, indeed, with all her talk of progression and grandeur she had yet to achieve anything else.

Once again, Dina had taken a step away from her, she was now many times weaker than her post demanded.

""A month ago," Sol began speaking casually. "The Goddess of War, Dr'ul, and the Vatui commander, Éloén Cecelia, got into a dispute of rank and race, this was their first meeting," He looked at the small eyeball that hovered before him and above everyone else, addressing all of their spectators and hearing the screams when he looked their way. "They demonstrated an unwillingness to cooperate, and a fight broke out resulting in a rift between the Arkadian Panthron of gods, and the Vatui forces that had been mobilised over the months prior..."

"Master has a lot of fans now, a whole fandom," Sara chuckled, glancing over her shouulder at Keele.

"It happens when you save an entire system full of refugees, I suppose," Jenifer responded with her gaze locked onto the gate when even more misty mana began seeping through it, hugging the ground while the winds around them seemed to lessen as a sinhouette appeared.

"Today, their final trial after a month inside of the equivalent of hell will be end, and Ikaris will hand down her judgement," Sol cobtinued speaking. "There is nobody more qualified for the role of Judge, not even myself."

"Not even himself?"

"-Ikaris, as the Goddess of Balance has a unique ability born of her title which allows her to read the desires, the heart and the soul of any living being within her reach, upon a glance she already knows the heart of a person, if they fail to pass her evaluation, they will both be permanently banished in the realm of nightmares, never to see the light of the Collective again," Sol concluded and then gestured to the gate.

"Dr'ul, Cecelia, come forth."

"Why do I feel nervous for them?" One man gulped with sweat rolling down his chin. "That place sounds awful, and there is no information on what it is actually like in there," He shook his head.

Similarly on Keele's homeworld in another sector, the entire Éloén Clan was watching with their breaths held and their hearts clenched. Thay had come to respect Cecelia again after she had worked tirelessly for their sakes, to lose their leader a second time was the last thing they wanted.

They prayed for her sake that she had changed, and on the side of the Arkadian Pantheon, they were all silent, nobody had been made privy to the fact that Dr'ul had voluntarily entered the [Nightmare Prism] to ensure no more conflict between the opposing sides.

Her efforts, though obscured behind her title as their leader being dirtied intentionally, had been greatly effective in killing all hostilities between the Vatui and Arkadians, had she remained, the Vatui would have been bitter, even if they knew that Cecelia was in the wrong, and the Arladians would have never changed their outlook.

A foot came forth, black sand falling off and a misty white ethereal mana almost the same as the mist that had been escaping the gate, except it was rising rather than crawling, at first there was only a slight discomfort, but as Cecelia entire leg emerged, a sudden foreboding atmosphere grabbed the entire island.

[Welcome, Éloén Cecelia, demigod]

The skies began trembling when her mana was introduced to the world with the atmosphere becoming heavier and clouds forming across the plains, it was worse than Dina's ascension, while the Goddess of Calamity only left a feeling of defeat, Cecelia's presence manifested with the terror that came after death, and when her torso and head poked through the gate all which breathed came to a sudden standstill.

"Master Vestic," Cecelia acknowledged Sol's presence as soon as her eyes rested on him, lowering her head and falling to her knee, the Godslayer smiled and gestured to Ikaris right after and Cecelia arose once more and turned to her leader with her eyes watering and her hands shaking. "Your Highness!" The woman exclaimed, lowering her head once more and resting her forehead on her hands on the ground.

"Cecelia," Ikaris greeted her calmly. "Stand, suppress your mana, there is much we still have to discuss," The Goddess gestured that she stand to the side.

Ikaris nor Sol would not admit it now in front of everyone, but their true expectations laid within the progress that Dr'ul had made; Cecelia had transcended to the demigod realm past cosmic, but she had failed to reach the stage of a true divine, she simply had less control over her massive quantities of mana.

"Next," Sol gestured to the gate again, watching as Dina and Arla stood before Ikaris, while Keele and Jenifer stood before Sara and Talia when Dr'ul's golden mana seeped through the gate, cracking the edges of the dimension as her foot emerged the same as Cecelia's had, though, that was where the similarities ended.

[Now enters Dr'ul, the Goddess of War, a fully realised Celestial God].

Dr'ul's gold-plated armour pierced the shining gate chest-first, and her hands rested on the frames of the mana holding it together as she emerged, smiling menacingly with her head ablaze, her eyes travelled across the faces she did not recognise, and then across the faces she did, finding her siblings silently rejoicing whilst similarly terrified when they sensed the mana she was exuding.

Unlike Cecelia who came through with relative serenity, the goddess of war emerged with utter chaos; her eyes and hair blazed, and her fangs glistened, but most terrifying was her mana:

If Cecelia's mana was a trickle of rainfall then Dr'ul's mana could now be considered a hurricane in comparison, it spread all across G.Gamma in an instant, causing not one nor the four, but several worlds and Galaxies beyond the sector to tremble as she chuckled and raised her head, triumphant of her trials, staring into the skies and then lowering her gaze at Sol.

Cecelia's mana had caused a fear of doom across the sector, but when Dr'ul's mana washed across this same sector the people trembled from the fear of existing, their entire bodies broke into shivers. S~eaʀᴄh the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Dr'ul," Sol greeted her, the same as he had done with Cecelia, but askance of her surrroundings and the sheer horror her mana was creating the goddess lowered her head and took a knee before him with her hands raised in a cupping motion.

"Master Vestic," Dr'ul stared at the ground and Sol in response cancelled the gate and rested his hand on her head with a proud fatherly smile. "I have returned."

"Well done, Dr'ul-"

"Fight me."

"Huh...?"