Behind the screen, Spriggan, nay...
Dark Mage Zeref
Could not help but freeze on his tracks. Sitting in front of the weird, floating screen, his face grew pale at the revelation of the sordid history that lay before him. He knew that, despite having Gods, Demons and Dragons in Earth Land, they don't even hold a candle to the Supreme ones in that universe.
Heck, even with Ankhseram's curse, he would be deleted from the Akashic records in an instant!
Wiping the sweat from his brows, he turned towards his 12 loyal Knights:
Other than August, everyone remained frozen in fear...
Despite being in completely different dimensions, they could feel a slight pull coming their way...
"Shit, what the fuck is that..."
Ajeel clenched his fists tightly, face down, unable to comprehend what was being revealed to him. He could only pipe down and listen quietly to what was being revealed, just like the curious Lady Irene before him...
What have you done...
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After a brief yet quiet reminiscence, Shinji turned his head towards the quiet trio. Though Stelle and Himiko were enamoured by the haunting story, Guilliman, on the other hand, grew silent, for the story being told mirrored the situation at the Imperium of Man:
A powerful empire, broken down by a horrific civil war between father and son
Seeing that they were all quiet again, Shinji took another swig of his 2nd Tequila bottle (his Ruski blood made it impossible for him to get drunk easily), before continuing his story...
"Ah, yes, now where was I? Oh, right, the destruction of the Empire of Áthcloglai'ne..."
Clearing his throat, Shinji began telling what happened next...
"Ehem... after the fall of Áthcloglai'ne, the Yeren multiplied in power, and after the fall of Apollyon, their power grew unimpeded. So much so that the sounds of their horror could be heard from the towering peaks of Malidraug, to all the way to the piers of Dryzgan. Even the last remaining High Lords of Tinúvia, the last vestige of the once proud Fae, had to go into hiding to avoid capture. For you see, as I have told before, the Yeren don't have a... language, per se, to talk with. The only way they could communicate was through dreams, dreams that were woven thanks to the dark arts taught by Caspan. Sure, some managed to find a way to create their own words, but by then, it was too late. Dreams were the get-go to talk with each other, but they could not be sustained forever...
So what better way than to use the 'lesser' beings and force them to dream for them, to keep the realm of dreams open for all eternity, just for them...
Sure, many resisted, but due to their inherent nature of nullifying every magic and miracle known to man, they were unstoppable. Add to their insane strength, and you get a recipe for disaster.
All hope seemed to be lost..."
The room grew darker, to the point the Sword of The Emperor itself began blazing again, trying its best to dispel the darkness before it. Just as everyone began dreading the worst, a quiet voice broke the silent atmosphere:
"B-but they were defeated, right..."