Chapter 212: A New Promise
[ Name: Igaris Vance ]
[ Age: 19 ]
[ Power Rank: Saint -7 ]
[ Abilities: Spells Records, Ancient Titan Transformation, Limitless Doppelgangers, Nuclear Fire Manipulation, Space-Time Domain, Soul Eclipse, World Destroying Finger, Undead Recovery, Basic Blademastery, Six Directional Sense, Gale Wings, Iron Fangs, Rock Boulder Throw, Spin-Shell Burst, Lightning Shell, Infernal Tornado, The Architect’s Eyes, Godslayer Sword Style, Kinetic Redirection, Earth Manipulation, Umbral Veil, Phantom Shift ]
Laws: Fire (0.25%), Genesis (0.19%, Ruination (0.18%)
[ Concepts: Yin-Yang Reversal (Taboo) ]
[ Traits: Dimensional Sovereign ]
[ Innate Abilities: Infinite Acquisition ]
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The cracked fragments of Orca still drifted in the void, a broken testament to the clash between Saint and God. Yet for Igaris, this was only the beginning. His aura pulsed faintly, already straining against the limits of Saint Rank, brushing closer and closer to the threshold of divinity. His mortal transcendence was nearly complete — one more step and he would sever the shackles of mortality forever.
But his gaze was not fixed on Kaelion. The God of Damnation had already lost his luster. A stepping stone, nothing more.
Igaris’ thoughts turned instead to Them. The real enemy. Those whose existence stretched beyond the comprehension of Saints or Gods, entities whose arrival would reduce galaxies into ashes and scatter star clusters like grains of sand. The mere thought of their ambition and hunger made the void tremble.
"They will come," Igaris whispered, his voice carrying across the silent space. "Not for Kaelion. Not for Orca. But for everything. Their greed knows no end."
The Architect’s Eyes glowed, peering into unseen horizons. Beyond the cracks of space-time, he caught faint shadows of colossal figures moving in distant realms — alien, cold, insatiable. Even in glimpses, their presence was enough to suffocate lesser Saints.
But Igaris did not flinch.
"I will not wait for them to descend," he muttered, clenching his fist. "This time, I will infiltrate their realm. Let them know terror. Let them learn despair. And when I am finished, they will remember my name for all eternity."
The drifting landmasses of Orca vibrated as if bowing to his declaration. Far off, the Saints who had witnessed his clash with Kaelion stared in silence. None dared speak aloud, but every soul carried the same thought:
This nineteen-year-old Saint was not just climbing toward godhood. He was preparing to wage war against forces that even gods feared.
And he would not stop until the highest throne in existence was his.
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In his previous timeline, after the fall of the Orca, before he walked as a Saint, there was a time when Igaris carried wounds not upon his body, but upon his soul.
He had ventured too deep into the Dream Realm, that ethereal ocean where reality and illusion intertwined, chasing forbidden knowledge that no mortal or even a Saint was meant to grasp. The strain shattered his mind. Every thought fractured into a thousand shards, his spirit drowning in a tide of nightmares that sought to consume him whole.
He wandered through endless dreamscapes of sorrow and ruin, each one reflecting his regrets and losses. The weight of despair grew so unbearable that even Igaris, who feared nothing, felt the temptation to surrender.
It was then she appeared.
A voice, soft as moonlight, drifted through the endless void. A melody that defied despair, weaving hope into the very fabric of dreams. It was not just music, it was divinity itself. The song pierced through the chains of his fractured soul, sewing broken pieces back together with threads of harmony.
She was Diva, the Goddess of Dreams. Her presence shimmered like starlight on still water, her every note carrying the power to heal not flesh, but essence itself.
Igaris, who had fought gods and monsters, found himself stilled. Not by force, but by beauty. For the first time, he felt a serenity beyond conquest, a peace no blade or spell could grant him.
When her song ended, his soul was whole again. He rose, no longer broken.
"Why?" Igaris asked, his voice hoarse, his eyes still dark with the weight of his burdens. "Why save me, Dream Goddess? I am a man of ruin. My hands are stained. I am destined for endless war."
Diva only smiled, her eyes reflecting galaxies.
"Because even the one who carries ruin deserves to dream."
Igaris clenched his fists, unable to believe her words, yet unable to deny them. "You... healed my soul. How? No power in this universe has ever touched me this way."
She stepped closer, her voice gentle. "I did not heal you with power. I healed you with song. And in every song, there is love."
That night within the Dream Realm, their bond was forged. Not in the fire of battle, nor in the schemes of gods, but in the quiet power of music that healed a wounded soul.
From that moment forward, Diva walked beside him, not as a distant goddess, but as a woman who had touched the deepest part of him. In time, their bond blossomed into love. And though Igaris would later gather wives across realms and worlds, Diva was forever remembered as the one who mended him when even he thought he was beyond saving.
She became not just a goddess, not just a wife, but the eternal song that lingered in his heart.
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Back To The Present.
Diva transported the surviving hundreds of millions soldiers of Overlord’s army in that battlefield of Ruin.
Then, from the shattered heavens, starlight scattered like broken glass. A melody shimmered through the void as the Dream Goddess appeared. Diva descended, her presence turning ruin into beauty.
Her silvery-white hair flowed like a river of moonlight, every strand glowing as though dipped in starlight. The silver robe draped around her body fluttered with an elegance untouched by blood or chaos. Each step she took bent reality itself, for she was no longer merely a goddess—she was a vision of eternity.
Her gaze softened when it fell upon Igaris. He stood tall amid the continental destruction, a lone figure surrounded by mountains of ash and oceans of crumbled land. The world itself looked ready to collapse under the weight of his battle. And yet he remained unshaken, like a shadow no storm could erase.
To her, he looked small within the ruins. Small, yet greater than everything that had been shattered. He had defeated Kaelion, a God Seed, as if striking down a mortal foe. Even Diva, whose essence was divine, could not help but feel awe.
She had considered intervening, but she never stepped forward. She knew he needed no shield, no aid. He was the one who once stood above gods, and even now he proved it again.
But unlike before, she was not powerless.
Through her Dream Powers she had glimpsed fragments of time itself. Dreams had carried her memories from another future—her demise, her sisters’ deaths, the despair that consumed Igaris, his lonely choice to tear the fabric of time. She had seen his ruin, his rage, his sorrow. And with those visions came unbearable guilt.
Back then she had faltered. She had not stood beside him when he faced the Outer Beings. She could not even reach out her hand when he needed it most.
But this time... this time was different.
Her heart was no longer burdened with helplessness. It burned with love, with the weight of every memory she had carried across lifetimes. She had prepared herself, honed her strength, carved her name deeper into the laws of dreams. She was no longer the gentle goddess who only healed. She was the Dream Goddess who could command entire realities.
Her presence alone parted the haze of destruction, filling the battlefield with a tranquil brilliance. The hundreds of millions of survivors from the Overlord’s army were gathered by her dream-born light, transported away from despair and into safety.
Diva lifted her hand, the shimmer of her dream energy spreading like silver blossoms across the battlefield. For a moment the soldiers who survived caught their breath, seeing her figure beside their lord.
Her eyes never left Igaris. Eyes full of love. Eyes that told him he was no longer alone.
Kaelion, God Seed of the Supreme Gods, was gone. But even if he returned, even if greater beings came forth, Diva no longer saw him as untouchable.
To her, Kaelion was nothing more than a drifting dream.
"Shall we begin, my husband?" Diva asked smoothly, her voice carrying like a melody that wrapped itself around the battlefield.
Igaris smiled, his darkness softening for a breath as he clasped her smooth, warm hand.
"Of course, my sweet wife," he replied, his gaze burning with both love and wrath. "This time... there will be a new beginning."
Behind them, the battlefield still smoked, scarred by divine destruction. Yet from those ashes, the impossible sight unfolded. Hundreds of millions of soldiers, survivors of the Overlord’s legions, gathered once more under his banner. Their eyes burned with reverence, their voices rising in unshakable devotion.
And at the center of it all, Igaris stood, flanked by his wives—Diva, the Dream Goddess, and the two who had walked through eternity with him. Together, they shone like eternal flames that would never be extinguished.
The march began.
Step by step, the colossal army moved toward the Imperial Capital of Durban. The throne of the Skadi Empire awaited, trembling before the coming storm. The days of oppression, of chains placed upon Earth and countless other worlds, were at an end.
This was no mere war. It was judgment.
The Overlord had returned, and with him came a reckoning that not even gods could escape.