BATTLE OF THE CRONOVERSE

A Tale of Divine Strife and the Brink of Annihilation.

Prologue: The Shattering of Realms.

The Reveiverse trembled under the weight of a cataclysmic war-a conflict so vast it threatened to unravel the very fabric of existence. At the heart of this chaos stood Nielan, the indomitable Head Ruler of the War Faction, whose ambition burned brighter than a thousand supernovas. His goal was singular: to dethrone Krelious, the Supreme Sovereign of All, and seize control of the cosmic order.

As the battle raged, entire galaxies were reduced to ash. Planets, once teeming with life, were swallowed by the voracious maw of destruction. Stars flickered and died, their light extinguished in the wake of clashing titans. The Reveiverse, a realm of infinite wonder, now stood on the precipice of oblivion. The war's fury was so immense that the Creation Rulers-beings of unfathomable power-feared its echoes would spill into neighboring verses, igniting a chain reaction of annihilation.

The Divine Intervention

With grim resolve, the Creation Rulers decreed the complete eradication of the Reveiverse. It was a mercy, they argued-a swift end to prevent endless suffering. But before their judgment could be enacted, the War Rulers intervened. This defiance, unprecedented in the annals of cosmic history, sparked a schism between the factions. The War Rulers, driven by pride and the belief that their conflict was theirs alone to resolve, refused to bow to external decree.

The dispute escalated. Gods and primordial beings from other verses, long suppressed under the rigid hierarchy of the Rulers, saw an opportunity. Whispers of rebellion spread like wildfire. If the Rulers could be challenged, then perhaps their reign was not absolute. The cosmic order, once unshakable, now quivered under the weight of dissent.

The Call for Peace

Recognizing the impending doom, Krelious, the High Head, summoned a conclave of the mightiest beings across existence. The meeting would be held on Rockol-6, a neutral plane outside the jurisdiction of any single verse. The Cronoverse Judgement Council convened on Mak 3, Day 008, a date etched in eternity as the moment fate would be decided.

Present were the gods of the Reveiverse, their faces etched with weariness and fury. Alongside them stood the Guardians of Other Verses, silent sentinels whose loyalty was now in question. The air thrummed with tension, a storm of unspoken grievances and simmering wrath.

As the assembly gathered, Krelious rose, his voice resonating with the weight of inevitability.

Krelious: "If the Reveiverse refuses to end this war, they will witness the destruction of everything-including themselves."

The words hung in the void, a dire ultimatum. The Judge, an ancient entity whose wisdom spanned eons, turned to the Head God of the Reveiverse, Carel, and commanded:

Judge: "Step forward and give your statement."

The grand hall of the Cronoverse trembled with an uneasy silence, the air thick with tension and the weight of impending doom. The rulers of the cosmos-gods, guardians, and warriors alike-had gathered under the watchful gaze of the High Head, Krelious. Their faces were etched with exhaustion, fury, and despair. The war that had ravaged the Reveiverse was unlike any they had faced before.

At the center of the assembly stood Carel, his voice steady but heavy with sorrow as he addressed the gathered deities.

"I deeply appreciate our High Head and every other ruler here for coming to our aid through this meeting," Carel began, his words resonating through the vast chamber. "The war raging in the Reveiverse is not between us gods. We are being attacked by the Unknown Chaos-that is what we call them."

a murmur rippled through the hall. The Unknown Chaos-beings that defied comprehension.

"They look partially like demons, act like beasts, and yet possess the cunning knowledge of gods," Carel continued. "They appeared out of nowhere a hundred years ago. We thought we had destroyed them all, but somehow, a few managed to escape our swords."

Krelious, the High Head, leaned forward, his piercing gaze locked onto Carel. "Then how are they almost breaking the reality of the Reveiverse apart?"

Carel exhaled, his shoulders sagging under the weight of his next words. "They returned-swiftly and mercilessly-after the hundred years had passed, during the Convex of Gods. They came in numbers beyond measure, their strength unfathomable. We have sent out nearly every god, guardian, and dark warrior we possess. Thirty million troops were deployed, and more than half have either been slaughtered or wounded beyond salvation."

heavy silence followed. The scale of devastation was incomprehensible.

Krelious turned to Zion, his voice sharp. "What he says-is it true?"

Zion, a ruler of unwavering resolve, nodded grimly. "Yes, High Head. All is as he said. We foresaw the destruction these creatures would bring and sought to eliminate them entirely. But Nielan and his faction intervened, despite knowing the oaths that bind us as rulers."

Nielan, the Head Ruler of the War Faction, slammed his fist against the armrest of his throne, his voice a thunderous roar. "You lie, Zion! You and your faction sought to erase the Reveiverse from reality entirely! We merely stopped you!"

Zion's eyes blazed with fury. "You did that because war and chaos grant you power, you wretched war-monger!"

Nielan sneered. "That is not what we are saying, Zion. We were prepared to handle the situation if it spiraled out of control-that is our duty as the War Faction!"

Nealon, second only to the High Head in authority, raised a hand, his voice cutting through the rising tempers. "Enough, both of you! Nielan, the High Head was speaking to Zion. Do not interfere again."

Nielan's glare was venomous. "We are not of the same strength, Nealon. Mind your tone when speaking to me. I am the Head Ruler of the War Faction, and you are second only to the High Head in seat."

Krelious' voice, cold and commanding, silenced the room once more. "Silence, all of you. Carel, continue your statement."

Carel bowed his head in gratitude. "Thank you, High Head." He took a deep breath before continuing. "The Unknown Chaos do not merely kill-they drain every ounce of divine power from gods, guardians, and warriors alike, growing stronger with each fallen deity. Our children, our wives, our families-they have all met their end at the hands of these creatures. Billions of planets have been destroyed. Thousands of Goldon realms have been consumed."

A collective gasp echoed through the hall. The devastation was beyond anything they had imagined.

Then Carel delivered the final, damning revelation.

"And we have confirmed... that this Chaos originated here. From the Cronoverse."