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Velsun slipped out from the silken sheets quietly, careful not to disturb Ramiris, who groaned and rolled over, hugging his pillow like it owed her money.
As much as he wanted to stay longer, the weight of duty wouldn't allow it.
After all—he was the God-King of Solara.
He walked through the grand golden hallway of the palace, sunlight streaming through stained-glass windows depicting the founding of Solara. His royal cloak rested across his shoulders, trimmed in white gold, and his crown shimmered faintly under the morning rays.
The giant doors to the throne room opened with a deep, ceremonial creak.
A soldier stationed at the entrance struck his halberd on the floor. "All rise! His Majesty, Lord Velsun, enters the court!"
Inside, Karlos stood to attention—excited as ever, grinning like a kid at a candy stall. Zalario, by contrast, stood tall and poised with his arms crossed, his face as unreadable as ever.
Velsun nodded at them both and made his way up the marble steps, sitting down upon the radiant golden throne. Beside his seat, another elegant chair—crafted of emerald and gold—stood empty. If Ramiris ever chose to take it, it would be hers.
And just as the court settled into its usual rhythm, the space at the center of the room distorted with a swirl of teleportation magic.
Immediately, the guards tensed—spears raised, magic flaring.
Out stepped a laid-back, silver-haired man with half-lidded eyes and an aura of pure laziness.
"Yo. Morning, Velsun-sama." It was Dino, the Primordial Angel of Sloth.
Zalario's brows furrowed slightly. "Dino?"
"Zalario! Sup, buddy?" Dino replied with a lazy grin and a long yawn, giving him a casual wave like they'd just met in a café.
Velsun sweat-dropped. Really? How is this man not fallen yet?
"I'm afraid to ask… But why are you here, Dino?" Velsun asked, brows raised.
"Oh, right." Dino stretched, cracking his back, and then scratched his head. "Veldanava-sama wants to see you. Said it was kinda important."
Velsun blinked. "My elder brother?"
"Yeah."
"…Why?"
Dino shrugged mid-yawn. "I dunno. He didn't say. Just told me to come get you."
Velsun slumped slightly in his throne. "Of course he didn't…"
Karlos whispered to Zalario with a grin, "I honestly thought he was just going to nap on the floor or something."
Zalario exhaled slowly. "He still might."
Velsun rose from his throne, sighing but composed. "Alright, let's get going then."
CRASH!
Glass from the throne room's stained ceiling shattered as a figure came crashing down, landing with an earth-rumbling thud.
"AHAHAHA! ANIKI!!" came the booming voice of Veldora Tempest, in his human form—tanned skin, wild golden hair, and that forever-overenthusiastic grin.
"I sensed a powerful presence in the castle, so I rushed over! Is it an enemy?! Want me to deal with him?!"
He dramatically pointed toward Dino, who blinked sleepily and waved weakly.
"Uhh… no, Veldora. It's not a threat," Velsun replied, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's just Dino."
Dino gave a lazy thumbs-up. "Yo."
"Oh…" Veldora paused, then nodded seriously. "That makes sense. He does look weak."
"Oi, rude," muttered Dino, still half-asleep.
"I was actually about to head to Elder Brother's palace," Velsun continued. "Want to tag along?"
Veldora's face lit up. "YOSHHH!! Of course! I haven't seen Big Bro in ages!"
'Bruh, he dumped you on me and went to get some milk. What do you mean havent seen in ages? You literally never saw him.
Velsun turned back to the council.
"Karlos, Zalario—you two will handle the kingdom in my absence. Coordinate with Reinhart and Darius. If any problems arise, you know how to reach me."
Karlos stood straight with a proud salute. "As you command, Velsun-sama!"
Zalario gave a simple nod, hands behind his back. "Understood."
Reinhart—standing near the chamber doors—also gave a sharp nod. "We'll take care of Solara."
Darius was already scribbling plans in his ledger. "It's about time I had some peace and quiet to handle finances without someone breaking my door every two days."
Veldora laughed. "He's talking about me, isn't he?"
With everything in place, Velsun walked over to Dino, who raised a finger lazily and drew a simple sigil in the air.
"Stand close. Transporting two true dragons, royalty, on top isn't easy," he muttered.
As the spatial field shimmered around them, Velsun, Veldora, and Dino disappeared in a soft flash of divine light—off to the palace of the Creator God himself.
The divine realm shimmered with a golden hue, suspended in a sky of swirling stars and flowing energy. Before them stood the Palace of the Creator—an awe-inspiring structure that towered above all known realms. Its titanic doors were carved with celestial patterns, ancient runes, and symbols of creation itself. Just standing near it made the air feel heavy, like existence was holding its breath.
Velsun exhaled slowly, taking in the view. "Yup… as massive and over-the-top as always."
Veldora whistled, arms behind his head. "Man, this is the first time I visited this place."
Dino yawned. "Still the same palace… Still intimidating."
Velsun narrowed his eyes at the towering gates, then spoke mentally to his partner. "So, Mimir… what do you think? Why did Elder Brother call me here all of a sudden?"
Mimir's voice echoed in his mind with a dry scoff. "Do you think I'm some kind of prophet of the Lord, lad? A divine memo reader? How should I know what the Creator's up to?"
Velsun rolled his eyes. "Very helpful. Thank you for your endless insight."
Mimir chuckled. "Always here to serve, sunshine."
The divine palace's throne room was bathed in radiant white-gold light. Celestial tapestries shimmered across the walls, and orbs of creation floated lazily near the ceiling. At the far end stood Veldanava, the creator, dressed in simple robes that contradicted his cosmic status. He was casually inspecting… a plain-looking pot.
Velsun raised an eyebrow. "A… pot?"
He glanced at Mimir mentally.
"Hey, are you sensing anything from that?"
"Not a damn thing. Either it's actually just a pot… or it's a cosmic artifact pretending to be one."
Before Velsun could ask, Veldanava turned around with a gentle smile. "Ah, Velsun. Sorry for summoning you the day after your wedding. Hope I didn't interrupt any… ahem, important bonding."
Velsun waved it off. "It's fine, Aniki. You're the Creator—your schedule probably matters more than mine. But… uh, is that pot important?"
Veldanava smiled sheepishly. "It might be. Or it might be my rice pot from 20,000 years ago. I honestly forgot. Anyway, the reason I called you here is beca—"
BOOOOM!
The throne room shook as the massive front doors were blasted open in an explosion of magicules and broken divine aura.
All heads turned.
Even Veldanava paused mid-thought.
Velsun's eyes narrowed as his instincts flared. "That aura…"
Floating through the smoke with regal ease was Guy Crimson, the Primordial Red, his crimson hair flowing with unnatural grace. Flanking him were Rain, the calm yet eerie Blue Primordial, and Misery, her green hair curling like vines and eyes narrowed in wariness.
The pressure in the room instantly tightened. Even Veldora straightened himself from his usual lazy stance.
Velsun frowned, thinking fast. "Guy? What's he doing here—and barging into this place of all places?!"
The tension was thick in the air. The golden walls of Veldanava's palace echoed with the soft hum of divine power, but all of that was drowned out by the sheer pressure emanating from Guy Crimson, standing tall and ready to go all out.
Behind him stood Misery and Rain, silent and stoic. Around them, the Primordial Angels had taken position—Feldway, Cornu, Pico, Garasha, Obera, and Dino—all glowing with celestial energy, their blades drawn and divine wings spread wide.
Feldway's voice cut through the tension like a blade: "How dare you barge into the Creator's palace uninvited?"
Guy casually yawned, brushing a stray strand of red hair behind his ear.
"Meh. Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Y'know, the 'God of Creation' and all that. Gotta say…" He smirked. "Bit of a letdown so far."
"Arrogance!!" Cornu roared, stepping forward with eyes blazing. "You stand before the source of all existence, and you mock him?! I will make you kneel!"
"Attack!" came Fledway's commanding shout.
All six angels surged forward with divine speed, their weapons leaving trails of pure light in their wake.
But—
"—HALT."
A single word, imbued with dragonic might, shook the throne room.
It wasn't loud. It wasn't shouted. But it froze everything.
A pulse of unimaginable pressure swept across the chamber—Veldanava's Dragonic Haki, in full force.
The angels halted mid-flight. Their wings stilled. Their weapons froze inches away from summoning light.
Even Guy's expression shifted from amused to serious for the first time since arriving.
Rain and Misery instinctively took a step back, sensing the incomprehensible weight of the being standing before them.
Veldanava, the Creator God, stood silently—his calm, golden eyes sweeping across the room like a quiet storm.