Bab 36: Rulers of nature
As the portal sealed shut, the grand palace fell into an eerie, serene silence. The energy in the air seemed to still, leaving only the faint hum of power that radiated from Carter's presence. He descended slowly, his six wings folding back as his feet touched the cold, golden floor. Without a word, he strode back to his throne, its gleaming surface reflecting the faint light of the cosmos swirling outside.
Carter sat, leaning back into the familiar weight of the throne, his arm resting on the side and his chin perched thoughtfully on his hand. He stared into the vastness of space, contemplating everything that had led him to this moment. "When I first came into this world," he muttered to himself, his voice quiet but resolute, "the thought of playing god would've felt strange, maybe even wrong…"
He paused, feeling the immense gravity of what he had just set in motion, the lives he had created, and the worship he would soon receive. His lips curled into a small, almost amused smile.
"But now…" He glanced down at his palm, still faintly glowing from the power he had just bestowed upon Ralak. "Now I wait."
And with that, Carter closed his eyes, settling into a long, patient silence, knowing his reign as the Primordial God had truly begun.
On planet Carter, Ralak moved through the colossal alien forest, where trees stretched high into the sky, their massive trunks glowing faintly with an ethereal light. The canopy above was dense, and long, thick vines hung down, covered in glowing fungi that pulsed like breathing organisms. Despite the unusual surroundings since he only knew the mines all his life, Ralak felt an unusual peace, knowing his purpose now and feeling liberated from the oppressive rule of the Vorasis.
As he continued, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the forest, and from the corner of his eye, he noticed shadows—tall, nimble figures jumping gracefully from leaf to leaf. He wasn't startled, though. In fact, he welcomed the encounter, knowing it was his duty to meet and guide the races on this planet. The figures landed before him with a thunderous thud, shaking the ground slightly. There were about 20 of them—Nytherix, their tall, slender forms towering over him.
They averaged around 8'7, making Ralak, who stood at 5'6, feel almost insignificant in size. Their blue, elf-like features seemed to glow faintly in the dim forest light, their black, pupil-less eyes fixed on him with suspicion.
One of them, visibly enraged, stepped forward, his voice booming, "WHAT ARE YOU, AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN OUR TERRITORY?" His posture was threatening, but Ralak remained calm.
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shaxheaven
shaxheaven Ik alot of you didn't like his goofy character so i use time to let him out grow it,there will still be humor just not goofy humor and will most likely not come from him. Thank you all for reading
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