The exchange was swift. At a ratio of one million Power Stones per Divine Crystal, the cost was a mere 3.96 million Divine Crystals. For a man with tens of millions in reserve, it was a bargain.
"Confirm."
Instantly, the God Level Angel Reincarnation Pool erupted. A pillar of divine light shot into the sky, so intense that it would have blinded any mortal. The water in the pool surged with a violence far exceeding the resurrections of Dantean or Amelie.
After all, this was the simultaneous reincarnation of five Supreme Gods:
-Malakar
-Skarion
-Zakaria Nekrosi
-Micteya
-Mordra
Haru watched the light with a predatory grin. Thanks to the barrier that Celestia had placed over the capital, this world-shaking event was completely invisible to the outside world.
He knew the Twelve Demon Monarchs of the Abyss were watching from the Blood Moon, plotting to 'pit' the Great Aetherium before it grew too strong. Haru's response was simple: he would let them come.
By hiding the five Evil Gods, Dantean, and his army of Holy Demons, he was building a trap of such magnitude that it would likely shatter the Abyssal leadership in a single afternoon.
…
Just as the soul-globes began to crack, signaling the arrival of the resurrected Gods, the air in the plaza changed. A familiar aura began to radiate from the rear courtyard, but it had grown so vast, so heavy, that even Haru, a Peak Supreme God, felt a pang of instinctive panic.
The imperial barrier began to groan, rippling under the sheer weight of a presence that transcended the Supreme God Tier.
"That power…" Haru whispered, his excitement finally breaking through his composed facade, "That is the God Monarch Tier Law!"
After a week of deep retreat, Celestia had done it. She had successfully reclaimed the strength she once held in the illusory Angel Realm, ascending to the rank of a Pseudo God Queen.
The 'Triple Happiness' of the day was complete: the ascension of Sylvana and Christine on the battlefield, the resurrection of five Supreme Gods in the plaza, and Celestia's breakthrough in the palace.
As the light balls above the pool began to burst into physical forms, Haru knew that while the harvest of the Dark Empire was over, the true war for the Endless Continent had only just begun.
…
The air in the Imperial Plaza hummed with a resonance that sounded like a thousand glass bells shattering at once. One by one, tens of thousands of light-globes burst, and from the cascading shards of divine radiance, figures began to coalesce.
These were beings of immense pressure and ancient authority, their very presence warping the space around them. At the forefront of this newly born 'Divine Army' stood five silhouettes that stood out like pillars of a different reality.
The Lord of Destruction, Malakar, and the Lord of Slaughter, Skarion, were the first to fully manifest, their towering forms exerting a suffocating weight of raw power. Following closely behind were the Lich Lord Zakaria Nekrosi, the Dark Goddess Mordra, and the Goddess of Death, Micteya.
The five titans of the former Evil Pantheon have returned, but the jagged, suffocating darkness that once defined them was gone, replaced by a crystalline, holy resonance that felt both ancient and new.
Led by these five Supreme Gods, the tens of thousands of newly resurrected Gods knelt as one, their voices rising in a singular, thunderous chorus: "Praise you, Almighty Lord!"
The greeting was specific and telling. They did not call him "Your Majesty" as the Beast Gods did. To these beings, Haru was more than a political sovereign; he was the God of their Faith. Every fiber of their resurrected souls was now tethered directly to his will, making them fanatical extensions of his power rather than mere subordinates.
Haru surveyed the line of Gods with a slow, satisfied nod. Visually, their forms remained as he remembered them. Malakar and Skarion were still imposing warriors of legends, Mordra and Micteya retained their flawless, ethereal beauty.
Even Zakaria remained as grotesque as ever; the transition to the Light Faction hadn't "fixed" his legendary ugliness, but his aura was now purged of the scent of rotting souls, replaced by a scent like cold incense.
"From this day forth, you are my subordinates. The Great Aetherium's protectors." Haru's voice carried the weight of an inescapable oracle, "The past is a shadow. While it will not be forgotten, it no longer defines who you are in this new era."
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