Written by Epicstu Wyyvernwriter

Standing on an asteroid in deep space surrounded by worlds inside a vast asteroid belt the Gods readied for the fight to come. “I’ll see if I can’t draw the Guardian out,” Sun Wu Kong launched toward a world not far from them atop the tip of a staff he created growing from the asteroid to that world so as to form a bridge. Without warning the staff stopped growing as its tip and the Monkey King violently disappeared.

“Where did he go?” Bellona asked.

Oya look down her scope, but, “I do not see anything.”

Enraged by his friend’s sudden disappearance, Ares cried out viciously with righteous anger as he revved and swung Sun, who grew to larger than the worlds around them, overhead and down upon the broken staff. When he hit nothing but the staff, “where are you?! Show! Yoursel…”

“Ares?” Bellona could not find him or, “Set?”

“Off the asteroid!” Anubis shouted. Then he found himself unable to move as before them a row of teeth each like sharpened mountains larger than the worlds around them began to unveil. A grinning maw which stretched for hundreds of light years in both direction. A loud belch followed by laughter made them realize what had happened to the others.

With a mighty storm of thunder lightning winds and rains Oya covered the Guardian of the Breachpoint, but with a single thunder clap he dispersed it as he laughed harder. Then a greater storm of sand and thunder accompanied by deep blue lightning cast Oya down upon a nearby world which the Guardian went to swallow whole. In an effort to save Oya, Bellona used Tzu’s size changing ability to hold his mouth open. “Go!” Bellona shouted as the Guardian through her and Sun from the his mouth and focused his attention to her roaring a warcry with such force as to move the worlds in its wake. Bellona tried to swing Tzu down upon him, but the Guardian’s continuous roar would not allow her to move at all. It forced her down to the ground on her knees. Not by strength, but by Will. The Guardian held his roar until his mouth had closed around the world where Bellona had made her final stand.

Suddenly a round from Magnus pierced through the length of the Guardian‘s body followed by a series of explosions also through the length of his body. “Cake,” Oya scoffed. Suddenly footprints formed upon four large worlds around her. She cocked Magnus and readied herself.

“I am Basilisk,” the Guardian said as he uncloaked his entire reptilian body for her, “you are a Dead Goddess.” So enormous Oya had to look all around her to see his entirety, Basilisk’s scales were thick, spiked, and numerous covering every inch of him. His eyes were as massive suns each with a slit pupil, “I am a Living God.” His head was a spiky half circle with the rounded side as his mouth. His body was long and slender and behind his rear limbs was a tail so long it could wrap around the Realm that they were both standing within a multitude of times, “and I devour the Dead.”

Oya unleashed everything Magnus, the Wyyvern of Artillery of Strife, had to offer while also using him as a conduit for her own powers. Her warcry was loud, intimidating, and proud. Basilisk closed his mouth over her, sending Magnus to the Meadhall still firing. “Send me back,” Chastity suggested. “Addhar is the only one who can harm him.”

“I concur,” admitted Addhar, “Death and the dead are to him as Life and the Living are to the Devourer of Life.”

“Tell the End I am sorry,” Anubis replied as he let Chastity go sending her to the Meadhall. “I only wanted to find new purpose. I realize to late that this was not that purpose.”

*          *

Snoring as she lay on the captain’s chair, Wyyvern Agent Ember Fray, Warpriest of the End, was suddenly thrown out of the ship as the Wyyvern Dreadnautilus of the End rose himself up from the New Valhallian docks and took his true Wyyvern Weapon form. The seven rings that bound him returned, Ember got to her feet quickly and bowed before him, “My Lord, Aleister Keith Dimir. The End, Wyyvern Knight of all Fates, I am glad to see the Horsemen returned to you.”

Aleister examined the Horsemen, his Wyyvern ax of all Fates. Chastity, Hubris, Magnus, Sun, and Tzu all Wyyvern forged into an enhanced version of Ajal. Their individual Wyyverns Marks glowed brightly as moved freely over his body like animated engravings on stone. He had missed each of them, but he had missed his love, Death, most of all. “There is an Undead God in my brig.”

“Chastity wants a piece of her,” Ember replied.

“Very well,” Aleister replied. “Come, I must speak with my brother.”      

*          *

“Hell and I will go and save Anubis,” Zesrial suggested. Addhar, the Wyyvern Scythe of Life, was the only Wyyvern weapon unaccounted for.

“No,” replied Edward as he resurrected from Hell back to Life. “I will go alone,” he stabbed her blade first into the ground and froze her there so she could not follow him through the Breachpoint. He knew who the Guardian was. “I am sorry, but I am no better than he who devours Life for what I have done.”

“Edward, I don’t understand,” Zesrial replied, “take me with you.” Edward began walking toward the Breachpoint without her, “Warpriests!” Leonidas and Snow came to stop Edward from going.

“Warpriests,” said Edward and Snow was forced to dodge Pip’s blade while Leonidas got thrown to the ground by Sarah as they engaged in combat.

“Edward!” Zesrial insisted concerningly.

“This event was rigged in our favor from the start. The Gods never had a chance,” Edward replied as he disappeared into the Breachpoint.

Aleister arrived too late to stop Edward, “damn! I need that God alive.”

*          *

Basilisk laughed, “You would attack me with a weapon that only grants Life?” he laughed harder.

“Anubis, get out of here!” Edward shouted, but Anubis did not move.

“Handle your tears, God,” Anubis laughed in replied as his own doom barreled toward him mouth gaping wide. “You have done nothing we did not do. The Devourer of Life was born, raised, and trained by we, the Gods and Goddesses of the 700 Realms. He is our fault.” As Basilisk closed in Anubis felt alive for the first time since he had died. “This Multiverse is yours, Edward. Fix our mistakes and save Life from his jaws.”

Edward fell to his knees as Basilisk gulped Anubis down sending Addhar back to the Meadhall. He had deceived and failed to set things right in time. Growling at himself he punched the ground before him.

Satisfied by his meal and unaware of Edward’s presence, Basilisk began lumbering away. Then he stopped, the trees where bigger than him, “am I small?” He looked to the horizon and beheld far off mountains towering over him. Even his tail could not wrap all the way around this new world at all “What is this place?”

“Oy!” A booming and familiar voice suddenly grabbed his attention. “In the scarf now!” Edward had not changed size and there was no power emanating from him. He just stood right in front of Basilisk and held the chain mail scarf around his neck open which held his personal pocket realm, an infinite space. When Basilisk roared at him in defiance, Edward sighed and unsheathed the six-inch retractable claws on his right hand and the short sword from his lower back with his left hand causing Basilisk to take a step back. “Make your choice, Basilisk,” said Edward. Basilisk then came to realize that he had not shrunk and that Edward had created the world he now stood trapped upon. “I would rather not kill you, but I will if I must.”