Volume 1: Prologue - The March

The collective consciousness of Life trembled in fear. He has created a massive army, and now He comes. Marching through the stars, ploughing through planets. None was strong enough to oppose Him. None was strong enough to defy Him.

The True Gods have faded away. The Three that stands beyond all, represented by different civilizations with different names and pictures all across the universe have faded. They had moved to the Reverse Side of the World. Even the one Supreme Power, The Primordial One - A conscious power which created all the universes, an existence tied together with the swirl of the root itself - has faded, dissipating into the creation and its consciousness becoming dormant. All the powers that had the might to oppose him were silent. They had moved into dormancy long ago. The Sentinents that remained were nowhere near strong enough to oppose him.

He moved ruthlessly from civilization to civilization, violating Space and Time. A conqueror He was who conquered what He saw fit, and destroyed what He did not. And He saw most life unfit.

So He sank His claws and fangs into her - slowly, deliberately; excruciatingly.

Life cried out in despair. She cried out with all her might, and many a Sentinents heard her cry. They called out near and far, deep and high, to their children, but found that they had no voice. He had made them silent.

And yet, in an act of defiance, they held out their arms together, and managed to manifest and tether nine children in some time and space far flung. Somewhere from whence everything could be corrected. An old man gave them a hand, anticipating and calculating. A last gamble.

Life had ceased her defiant act by now. She could not speak out anymore. She could move, she could see. But grow? And speak out? No. She was slowly being cornered, her colours slowly fading.

He was coming. His children were coming. His army was marching.
And a few with noble treasures beyond comprehension, with might that resounded throughout a throne within the root stirred from their sleep, unaware of the incoming danger. Unaware of the voice of the one who called them out for help.
Even so, they stirred up from their slumber and stood.


A.N. - This is something that had been itching at my mind ever since Grand Order and Extella. The existence of the throne is to combat external threats. So what if I make something up in a grander scale? All these thoughts and the ever so slight irritation with the neo-legendary portrayal of the old Legends in the Nasuverse birthed this story.

Please do keep in mind that this is an alternate universe fic. I hope you enjoy the ride that my muse takes us through.

P.S. - I apologize for the format. I am writing from my cellphone. I currently don't have a single laptop or computer to my name. The only laptop that I had is due to be repaired. Once that comes in I will correct the format. Till then, please bear with me.