During the earliest stages of the golden age, when hollow energy existed in overabundance across the multiverse. There existed a powerful species of monarchs known as the cosmic serpents, immensely large, snake-like creatures with a terrifying bite force capable of releasing reality-bending entropy into a person's body; mortals or Divines alike could be affected by this bite.
This battle centers on a deadly cosmic serpent known as "white eye," a white-scaled, galaxy-sized beast that consumed the lives of countless trillions across different worlds and has greatly aged from years of conflict and battle.
The Immortal sage, known as 'Astrida the nomadic deity ', wrote this correction, since monarchs would usually be left to their own devices. Still, the corruption and influence of outside darker forces are causing the serpents & other monarch-class beings to make destructive moves.
The period takes place right towards the end of the golden age war era, placing this a few million years after the events of the golden age entering the century of lostness
Let this battle of fates commence.
By: B30, who loves to read
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In the midst of a chaotic entropic storm brought by an albino serpent of enormous bodily proportions barreling through countless nearby star systems, in the far distance, it sees something miles above a bright red star.
A floating woman 9ft tall, in her regal appearance, with flowing, flame-like hair cascading down her back, a light-skinned complexion, and beautiful woven robes adorned with various shades and intricate patterns, constellations & planets.
Her eyes are distinctly multicolored, akin to an endless palette of paints smashed together.
"So the serpent has finally arrived," she says softly.
Not giving a second to spare for Leviathan to attack.
Astrada, stretching out her right arm towards the serpent, instantaneously manifests a coverless grimoire that has multiple pages with varying spells inscribed onto them, some being symbols of abstract creatures she could call upon to fight for her. In contrast, other inscribed spells feature symbols of objects & powerful weapons she can cast out quickly.
The coverless grimoire's pages repeatedly begin flipping until it falls upon a page with words written in an indescribable language only she could fathom.
"Untold faith," the book radiates with a powerful grayish light of true hollow energy bursting through the page, forming into physical reality, creating a tiny lantern—cracked, rusted, and hanging by a fraying chain. Its flame is not fire, but a deep indigo hunger that whimpers and pulses like a child. When released, it grows into a drifting, cloak-wrapped specter with a lantern for a head.
The cloaked Spector starts growing to hundreds of times its size, dwarfing the red star it had been floating above moments earlier.
Each step the lantern takes leaves oily obsidian trails of hollow energy, and a slight smirk washes over the sage's face. "Good, now to keep you away from any more living beings." Astrada warps the three of them into a dead zone, light-years away from the previous location.
The dead zone is desolate & barren, with few planets showing any signs of life. Astrada can now use between 5% and 10% of her hollow energy output without affecting the universe at large or destroying nearby galaxy clusters.
white eye was momentarily confused until its piercing vertical slitted eyes honed in on the lantern spectator in front of it, now speeding up its momentum towards it with great haste.
Swoosh!
Blinking in front of the snake, the spectator lifts its arm high and comes down with a heavy swing, its lantern shining brighter than before as white flames burst from it, striking the cosmic serpent directly in its head.
Wack! Wack! Wack!
Three more hits land on the snake's head; it lets out a loud and blood-curdling scream that echoes across the entire dead zone area of a 1,000-mile radius.
White eye body trashes all around the area, whipping its powerful tail at different angles & speeds towards the lantern spectator in front of it.
Due to the sheer size of this monarch's body, which is that of an entire galaxy, Astrada has to twist her body and dodge around different tail strikes that are more than powerful enough to deal significant damage to her if they make direct contact.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
More tail strikes followed up, each strike getting faster and more accurate despite the creature's obvious size difference between itself and Astrada.
Flying around as fast as she can, eventually one manages to graze her, slinging her body straight down onto the planet's surface. She looks up in awe, seeing a gaping maw open wide.
White eye stretches out its wide mouth and instantly snaps its jaw shut around the planet, crushing it under the weight of its deadly bite force.
In the same moment of jaws coming down upon Astrada, she uses another spell manifested from her grimoire that acts as a substitution spell move.
"Mirrored fate. " Crushing the planet, fractal mirror images appear all around the planet, cracking and splitting into smaller fragments until they eventually disperse.
reforming onto a nearby asteroid, Astrada appearing relatively okay aside from earlier tail strike, calls back her Spectator the "ordain lantern" commanding it to release its ability "wailing ignition" When Astrada speaks a story of "what could've been," the lantern responds with a shriek that manifests a burst of Hollow Energy in the form of a tsunami-shaped white flame, without warning or any time to fully react the monarch white eye scales are singed with portion of its middle body being extensively damaged and blueish white flesh partially exposed under its scales.
BOOM! SWOOSH! CLANG!
White eye now exerting even greater amounts of force through trying to crash entropy around the ordained spectator flames clashing with its ignition attack, Multiple explosions are going off whilst Astrada is flying around accelerating herself using burst flow and culminating it with a move called "thought cloaking" which grants Astrada translucent hummingbird-esque wings & as they begin flapping turn her invisible controlling them for a period of 1 minute purposely.
This cosmic serpent isn't letting up its onslaught of attacks, and it just keeps getting faster and more intense with each blow released. I'll have to draw this thing out for a few more minutes, then bring it into my Mindscape to deal a lethal blow. Astrada is thinking inwardly as she now has around 20 seconds left.
The 'spectator' holds as much time as needed for Astrada's gamble, swinging the lantern widely, slashing through the endless void of space, painting it with oily hollow energy traces of obsidian, white sparks flashed one after another with a string of explosions arching around the white eyes body continuously on its sleek scales that have the most minimal of damage sustained upon them.
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 After the last few seconds of holding up time, white grows ever more terrifying, opening its gargantuan mouth and with a mighty clamp! Its teeth bisect the spectator in half from its waist, releasing high levels of entropy in the 5km radius of itself and Astrada.
Getting hit by this massive wave of entropic force takes a chunk out of the left side of Astrada's abdomen, causing divine blood to gush out, then drip down along the side of her robes. She cast a self-healing spell called "damage control," closing the wound and stopping the bleeding almost immediately after receiving it.
Cough! Cough! "The monarch got me pretty good there. I wasn't expecting it to set up an entropy field like that so quickly, but no matter, it is a full adult-class serpent, so I'd expect it to be this powerful, if not more". Astrada lets out a sigh in fast-breathing intervals while still keeping up with her movements.
More streams of powerful tail whips shred the cosmic background, splitting thousands of star systems apart, one tail whip after another, coming full force.
Astrada attempts to dodge some of them, narrowly avoiding the first initial attack, then is caught by the second and third attacks as each ship strikes, slices, and tears through her flesh like a clean knife in use.
White eye doesn't let up, and another bite looms over Astrada, attempting to swallow her completely whole until, for a moment, everything seems to fall still; she mutters a summoning spell. This garden bloomed only when someone told a lie they believed. It was the flowers' whispered secrets never meant to be known. Those who listened never spoke the truth again. Raising her hand, Astrada's inaction poem formed, giving the summon an increase in potency; the "Gardener" floated above them, a headless humanoid wrapped in silk bandages, holding pruning shears longer than the asteroid Astrada. Large vines sprout out of the gardener, snake-like in appearance, wrapping around the enormous serpent.
White Eye releases another massive wave of entropy, this time at a much grander scale of 15km radius. Astrada, sensing a high-level occurrence approaching, decides to commence her gamble: 50% hollow energy output. Quietly thinking Astrada raises both of her hands in wide, outstretched motion, her coverless grimoire still floating behind her, endless pages flipping in motion.
The dead zone is even more still than it has ever been.
" Mindscape: Undying Visions!" Both she and the white eye are encompassed within an alternate dimension of reality, turning dreams, stories, & the mind itself into her truth. This space is endless in all of its boundaries, with otherworldly and nigh unexplainable things flashing or appearing in front of the cosmic serpent's eyes.
Here is Astrada's inner world—an endless space carved from the marrow of belief itself. The sky above is not a sky at all, but a moving veil of abstract dreams—serpent-eyed stars, cascading rings of ink, and floating glyphs spinning like sentient snowflakes. Gravity drifts sideways. Language whispers itself into soundless forms. Logic has no empire here.
Floating weightless, her open hands glimmer faintly. The coverless grimoire remains at her back, hovering like a second spine, its pages suspended mid-flip—each one a world, a rule, a weapon.
White Eye twitches for the first time.
Its impossibly long body coils into the shape of a spiraled eclipse, coiling through the empty folds of the Mindscape like a ribbon through oil. The serpent does not understand this place. Monarchs do not dream. Monarchs are born above creation, not within it.
But it feels.
And in that moment of sensation, it is vulnerable.
Astrada moves.
Her body is a blinding streak across the warping canvas of this space. Every footfall sends a fractal ripple, like ideas shattering beneath her sandals. Her tattoos ignite, each symbol retelling her lineage anew, whispering the sages' lineage into the Mindscape.
Her voice drops low. Calm. Resolute.
"Belief defines the bounds of war here, beast. Let's see how long your certainty holds." Her voice echoes with immense authority.
White Eye strikes. Fangs of conceptual collapse, each larger than the moons she once meditated under. They don't bite toward her—they bite around her, warping toward her location with spatial violation, ignoring the normal arcs of cause and effect. Every chomp threatens to erase, not devour.
Fractured Mirrors: Reflection Twelve"
A series of twelve mirrors flash into existence mid-air, spinning in precise orbit. They fractured as the serpent's jaws reached Astrada, each one shattering into a recursive field of infinite reflection. Every time the beast lunges, it sees her elsewhere—across time, across moments that have not yet occurred.
One bite catches her sleeve.
Gone.
Half her arm flickers and cracks.
But she doesn't scream. She replaces herself again in real time, stitching her body back into place through sheer control of will. White Eye's mind recoils. It knows now—it is not alone inside this mind.
The Garden remains. The Gardener is still here.
Above them, just beyond the serpent's radius of dominance, the headless entity floats through a blooming corridor of flowers now fused into the Mindscape—Glass Roses of Falsehood—each one reflecting truths that never happened.
They whisper again.
White Eye hesitates—and Astrada pounces.
Voices From the Outer Reaches — Command Directive: Spiral Collapse"
Dozens of psionic sigils flare around her like halos, each representing a command of thought, emotion, memory, and force. They pulse in a radiant spiral, then collapse inward, forming an ethereal drill of light made of pure psionic language.
She hurls it forward—right into the serpent's core-thought. The moment it connects, White Eye flinches. It reels—not in pain—but in an alien sensation it has never experienced before:
Doubt.
Its red eyes blinked once. Then again.
Within a split second, Astrada pushes.
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Part 2 coming soon