Meona, the Eternal Goddess, was the Queen of Axia—the Upper Realm.
A throne desired by many…yet never by her.
Power, to her, was not a blessing. It was a chain—silent, unyielding, eternal. And she had already decided to break free from it. The crown would be passed on, not to blood, but to one who was truly worthy.
She never wished for her child to inherit that burden.
She wanted something else.
Something simple.
A life untouched by the weight of divinity. A life where her child could grow… free.
That child…
Was everything she had left.
The last memory of her husband—the one who vanished after the Celestial War, leaving behind nothing but unanswered silence.
No body.No farewell.Only absence.
And in that absence, she chose to hold on.
To love.To hope.
But even in the heavens…
There is no place untouched by envy.
The other goddesses watched her.
They saw her power. They saw her influence.They saw a queen who could not be shaken.
And so… they chose not to face her.
They chose something far worse.
They conspired.
Silently. Patiently.
Like shadows creeping into light.
Spies were placed where trust should have lived.
Among caretakers during her pregmamcy
And then—
The moment came.
At her weakest.
At the edge between life and death…as she brought a new existence into the world—
They struck.
No warning.No hesitation.
No—
It was worse than that.
They committed an act so profane…so utterly forbidden…
that even a devil would have paused before it.
And in that moment—
The child was taken.
Before it could cry. Before it could breathe.Before it could exist.
Silence.
For a moment—
The world itself seemed to stop.
Something within her… cracked.
No—
Something awakened. Rage.
Raw.
Endless.
Unbearable.
Not the fleeting anger of mortals.Not the passing fury of wounded pride.
But something deeper. Something absolute.
A force that devoured everything in its path—until nothing remained.
The palace trembled.
The skies fractured.
The very fabric of Axia bent under her presence.
The Queen…Was gone.
What remained…
Was something else.
She did not scream.
She did not cry. Her eyes— empty. Blood fell from them in silence. And then— Everything ended.
The throne room collapsed.
Columns shattered.Light itself seemed to break.
The goddesses—those who had conspired, who had watched, who had acted—
were erased.
No mercy.
No judgment.
No hesitation.
Only destruction.
The rage was absolute.
And yet…
It found nothing left to consume.
Everyone was already dead.
And so—
It turned inward.
The grief returned. Not as warmth.Not as sorrow.
But as something hollow.
Something suffocating.
Even so…
An Eternal Goddess cannot simply stop.
She cannot calm herself like a mortal. She cannot fade.She cannot break and be done.
The force within her was too vast.
Too uncontrolled.
Too endless.
And in that instability…
Something slipped.
A fragment of that rage—twisted with the innocence of a soul that never lived—
fell from the Upper Realm.
It descended.
Through silence. Through emptiness.Through the distance between gods and mortals.
Into the Lower Realm.
And there…
It found a vessel.
A farmer's wife.
Pregnant.
Unaware.
And above—
She stood alone.
Her gaze lifted toward the sky.
Not in anger.
Not in sorrow.
But in silence.
The heavens did not answer.
And in that silence…
Something irreversible had already begun.