Orion sat upon his throne within the vast Meeting Hall.
The soft light from the immense golden lamps reflected off the marble walls.
It created a warm, welcoming glow that filled the space.
He wore a modern suit of gleaming black fabric.
With subtle royal blue details on the lapels.
An innovative design that would undoubtedly become a trend across the empire from that day forward.
His fiery red hair tumbled loosely over his shoulders like an untamed flame.
It appeared disheveled.
Yet every strand seemed strategically placed to enhance his innate power and charisma.
His face was a masterpiece sculpted by divine perfection.
His eyes – two spheres of deep ice-blue – radiated calm and authority.
Piercing the souls of those who dared meet them directly.
The gathered Elders formed a semicircle around the throne.
Representing the Imperial Council and the newly formed Council of Residents.
Responsible for bringing the people's demands to the emperor.
Discussions centered on economic policies and defense strategies.
However serious the topics...
The participants' gazes invariably returned to the Emperor's figure.
Orion's aura made focus difficult even for the most experienced.
His ethereal presence and unparalleled beauty captivated all.
"Majesty, we must reinforce our northern defenses"
The security advisor's voice wavered slightly.
His normally firm tone undermined by Orion's presence.
"Rumors suggest the wild territories are mobilizing for an invasion."
Orion raised his hand with a gentle gesture.
The room plunged into reverent silence.
Dense and instantaneous.
"The rumors are true"
Orion's low voice echoed like soft thunder through the hall.
Firm despite its quiet volume.
"They hesitate. They fear our strength."
"For they do not yet fully comprehend the power residing within our empire."
His unshakable calm transformed the invasion threat into near-triviality.
All Elders fixed their eyes on him.
Impressed not only by wisdom – but by the magnetic aura surrounding him.
His presence held the empire united.
More than any military might.
The meeting continued at a slower, more respectful pace.
Economic issues and treaties with neighboring kingdoms were discussed.
Yet all attention remained captive to Orion.
He watched each Elder intently.
His penetrating eyes reading intentions before words were spoken.
Understanding his presence and bearing were his greatest weapons.
His charisma inspired loyalty.
His power subdued doubts.
When the meeting ended...
Orion rose with deliberate slowness.
Adjusting his suit sleeves with the grace of one who masters time.
The Elders immediately stood.
Bowing deeply as he passed.
His steps so fluid he seemed to glide over the marble floor.
That day...
His attire would be discussed in every empire corner.
Becoming dominant fashion in the weeks to come.
As night fell over the Eryndor Empire...
Neighboring kingdoms watched his movements with extreme caution.
In distant, frigid Mharak...
Empress Elora of the Empire of Eternal Snows sat upon her crystalline ice throne.
Pondering Orion's recent maneuvers.
Around her...
Advisors whispered concerns about Eryndor's military reinforcements.
"Emperor Orion is consolidating his forces in the north"
The First Counselor's voice was low and tense.
"It seems he is preparing for something larger."
Elora's skin glowed pale as snow.
Her eyes cold as the ice covering her lands.
"He is unpredictable."
"I do not know if this move is defensive or if he already plans his expansion."
Across the continent...
In the scorching desert of Akhtar...
Sultan Amir al-Rashid walked through opulent gardens.
Listening to his Spymaster's report on Orion's latest council meeting.
"The Eryndor Empire grows stronger by the day"
Azim spoke cautiously.
"He may soon turn against us."
The Spymaster smiled enigmatically.
"Orion is more than a military leader."
"He is an enigma. A threat moving in the shadows."
"We must be prepared."
In Helgaron...
A minor kingdom driven by trade...
King Ulrich and the guild leaders fretted together.
Worried over Orion's economic influence.
"If he monopolizes the trade routes"
The guild leader's warning cut the air.
"Our economy will be devastated."
Ulrich slammed his fist on the table.
"We need strong alliances to resist the Eryndor Empire."
"He grows too fast."
"We cannot be at the mercy of his whims."
Following the great powers...
A group of neutral nations kept interests unaligned with any superpower.
They preferred remaining on major conflicts' sidelines.
Yet watched Orion's maneuvers with equal intensity.
Aware the balance of power tilted dangerously.
In the vast archipelago of Seleneia...
Islands connected by moonlit crystal bridges...
The Lunar Council gathered in their central temple.
Priestesses clad in silver robes listened silently.
The High Priestess reported:
"Eryndor shows signs of expansion."
"Subtle but calculated."
"They strengthen borders and establish new trade routes."
"We cannot ignore this."
"Beneath his posture of quiet sovereignty..."
"Orion is a visionary leader."
"His intentions... hard to decipher."
The elderly High Priestess nodded.
"The Emperor of Eryndor is an undeniable force."
"But Seleneia thrives in neutrality."
"So far... our lands remain untouched."
"We must keep our path under the Moon's blessing."
"But for how long?"
A young priestess's question rang clear.
"The world changes fast."
"Can we afford neutrality against a leader like Orion?"
The High Priestess smiled gently.
"While he gives us no cause for involvement..."
"We take no side."
"Seleneia's balance lies in patience."
"We shall not rush."
In Theron's dense jungles...
Realm of magical creatures and druids...
The Council of Elders gathered under a colossal millennial tree.
Roots entwined with sacred soil.
The Root Guardian spoke first.
An elf with green skin and golden eyes.
"Eryndor approaches like a storm."
"It moves the world with its presence."
"Yet hasn't reached our groves."
"Do we prepare? Or let it pass harmlessly?"
The ancient Ent answered.
A talking tree with flowering branches.
Voice deep and resonant:
"Orion has shown nature respect thus far."
"His expansions are calculated."
"They don't invade our territories."
"Yet unease stirs in the wind."
"He may one day turn to our borders."
"Seeking something we don't understand."
Druids in hides and leaf ornaments pondered silently.
Theron had always chosen neutrality.
Distant from human conflicts.
But with Orion's advance...
They knew a decision would soon be needed.
"We remain harmonious with nature"
The Root Guardian concluded.
"And prepare our defensive rituals."
"If the storm turns against us..."
"We stand ready."
In the distant Submerged Kingdom of Aqualon...
Where cities shone like pearls beneath the ocean...
King Poseidon III watched surface empires.
Through magical water orbs.
"The Emperor Orion fascinates"
He murmured, stroking his blue beard.
"He shows no aggression..."
"But rules with silent strength others fear."
"His influence already touches the waters..."
"Though he hasn't yet stepped in them."
A mermaid counselor approached.
Seafoam-green hair swirling.
"Your Majesty... Eryndor poses no immediate threat to Aqualon."
"Our people maintain independence."
"We prosper in neutrality."
"Yet if Orion continues his expansion..."
"He may one day turn his eyes to submerged resources."
Poseidon sighed.
"If that day comes... we'll see his ambitions' true scope."
"For now... no cause for concern."
"But we watch closely."
On Zaroth's floating mountains...
Where celestial monks meditated in clouds...
Grandmaster Yun Feng addressed his disciples.
Golden robe fluttering in high-altitude winds.
"Orion differs from other emperors."
"He governs with uncommon wisdom for his age."
"Something in him transcends thirst for power."
"His rise wasn't accidental."
"Should we fear him, Master?"
A young monk's question hung in thin air.
Yun Feng smiled faintly.
"Fear isn't the monks' path."
"We observe. We learn."
"If Orion comes to us... we'll be ready."
"For now... he walks a path that doesn't disturb our balance."
"What troubles us..."
"Isn't what he does."
"But what he might."
The neutral nations kept watching.
With renewed caution.
Each understood the world's balance shifted.
Centered on Eryndor's Emperor.
Even in neutrality...
All knew choices would come.
Strategies must be reforged against his swelling influence.
Eryndor was discussed in every continental council.
While its Emperor had already set next month's plans in motion.
High in the imperial library's impossible tiers...
A violet-haired woman sat absorbed in an ancient tome.
Empress Lyra.
Her intellect and strength now touched the multiverse's peak.
The book in her hands pulsed with power.
Black cover adorned with golden symbols.
Inscriptions writhing like living things.
A rarity even among sacred texts.
Lyra doubted another copy existed in all creation.
Only here...
In the vast ancestral knowledge collection...
Could such profound wisdom be found.
Hidden from all others.
The room defied imagination.
Space itself bent reality's laws.
Even to powerful dimensional travelers...
This library remained an impenetrable mystery.
Space Dao magic shaped floors into invisible layers.
Each larger than entire continents.
Here... Lyra could walk through distant eras.
Cross whole universes by turning a page.
Towering shelves rose in impossible directions.
Beyond human sight.
Guarding intellectual treasures few dared dream of.
The silence wasn't mere absence of sound.
It was tangible presence of absolute power.
"So this is how it is..."
Lyra murmured.
The soft rustle of turning pages echoed through infinity.
The book revealed multiversal history's secrets.
Though Orion had told her partial truths...
Her insatiable curiosity drove her deeper.
Leading her to this rare volume.
"The multiverse's power divides into levels..."
Lyra read aloud, fascination coloring her voice.
1. Primordial Chaos:
The beginning of all.
2. Tao Primordials:
The first divine beings subordinate to Primordial Chaos.
Creators of the multiverse.
Keepers of balance.
3. Primordial Transcendents:
Those governing their own universes.
Serving the Tao Primordials.
*Example: 18-winged Archangels serve Spirituality Primordial.*
Chaos Dragons answer to Negativity/Positivity Primordials.
Squirrels of Fate follow Destiny Primordial.
4. Transcendents:
Superior races reaching this through cultivation.
Those transcending their universes.
Journeying to the Primordial Universe.
She paused.
Took a deep breath.
Continued:
"Then we have rulers of mortal, immortal, and divine worlds."
"Near-immortals in the mortal world."
"Those facing tribulations in the immortal world."
"Primordial Gods in the divine world."
"All watched by the World Dao."
"In the Void World..."
"Exist those under Primordial Transcendents' watch..."
Lyra studied the text intensely.
Absorbing every word.
"In early cultivation..."
"Mortals train to adapt to their chosen Dao."
"Upon becoming immortals..."
"Ascending to the immortal world..."
"They control 40% to 59% of their Dao."
"Reaching demigod level..."
"They master 60% to 79%."
"Achieving Primordial God level..."
"They control up to 80%."
"After many levels in the Void World..."
"Reaching Mid-Transcendent..."
"They achieve 99%."
"Only upon becoming full Transcendents..."
"Do they control 100% of their Dao."
A mischievous smile lit Lyra's face.
Almost childlike.
Her void-deep eyes sparkled.
Pure joy and undeniable pride mixing.
"Wow..."
She breathed as comprehension dawned.
"I skipped all that..."
"Became a Void Dao Primordial directly!"
Her light, triumphant laughter shattered the sacred silence.
"Hahaha!"
And in involuntary reflex of her newfound power...
The universe itself trembled.