Bahmaut, the Draconian and the God of War, stood in the vast, luminous otherworldy realm within the Crystal. The Astral was still as a stone as if he was waiting for something to comeforth, which for him was the coming of the Prophecy of the Chosen King.
He was mostly seluded from affairs of the mortal world, only making his pressence known to the Kings of Lucis or the Oracle or certain events that demanded his attention and aid. Despite the near-isolation the Draconian was in within the Crystal of Eos, he wasn't blind to what happened to the world. He was aware of the anomaly that happened a long time ago by mortal standards.
It was faint but noticable to the Draconian, the soul of the maiden was familiar yet different with the humans of the world. Something about the energy seemed familiar. He observed the outsider woman with powers coming forth from her own soul and an ability that had faint trace of magic. Not from his but from someone else.
He watched at the outsider acquainting herself with the line of the Lucis Caelum, the young prince shelting the young maiden not of this world as their bond and understanding of each other grew stronger. The young maiden wishing to part for her world everyday, but knew in her heart it was futile.
He watched as the prince and the maiden like that of Shiva grew and journeyed with their companions outside of the city to the greater part of the world. Fighting together as one against the mortal armies of steels and the daemons of the darkness. The hardships and battles granting them new experiances of Eos and her people.
He watched as the prince – now king – and the white maiden's bond transforming into love for one another as they joined together forever as rulers of Lucis.
Bahmaut knew from a messenger's and Shiva's interaction with the white maiden that she was from another world, a world shadowed by a broken moon and crawling with creatures of the dark. After careful observations of her powers and energy, and looking through his vast mind for memories stretching over countless eons. He knew why he found the energy familiar. Memories of others was so faint and long ago that he himself nearly forgot of them. This development was quite unexpected that he was seeing a human from that world.
He mused that the white maiden gained the attention of the Glacian as Shiva found herself comforting her, for her memories of her life at her original world filled with hardships and loneliness. Along with an agreement forged between the two.
Then it came to him.
The Prophecy of the Chosen King had been altered.
The appearance and the marriage of the white maiden to the Lucis Caelum have altered the prophecy. This would've concerned Bahmaut on the change of destiny and the potential harm to Eos; but it wasn't the case as he still foresaw and the Crystal still demand Noctis Lucis Caelum as the Chosen King. The change was the binding of two worlds, and the King of Kings' fate left ambiguous either to living or death.
Things were not going as he imagined it to be. The world of Eos not only at risk but another world was too, and one created by his brethern whom he had not heard for long time. The Starscourge would spread to the unprepared world and corrupt the star of Remnant and its inhabitats with its darkness.
"Bahmaut."
The draconian heard his name be spoken and looked to see Shiva approaching him.
"Shiva." Bahmaut greeted his fellow Astral. "Your presence here is unusual."
"It has been a long time." Shiva replied.
"What brings you here?" The Draconian asked.
"You are aware of the mortal Weiss Schnee? And the changes she brought?"
"I am aware of the mortal, the one outside of this world. And the one who awoken the winds once again." Bahmaut answered. "The world she is from… We know of them."
"I have looked into her memories…." Shiva said, her voice becoming sad. "Filled with sadness and loneliness, but her heart is filled with warmth and the rightuous desire to right the wrongs of a parasite." Her voice became venomous, burning with contempt like that of Ifirit's rage or Leviathan's relentless rage – a rare trait that was coming from the Glacian, causing Bahmaut's metaphorical eyebrows to raise in curiosity.
"You have seen her memories?" Bahmaut spoke.
"I have. For that and her struggles, I have made a pact with her." Shiva said with a smile.
"I have seen. It is rare for you to give this blessing to a mortal." The Draconian said. "Though I am not surprised it was an mortal that embodies you."
Shiva ignored the last sentence and moved to the next topic. "You are aware of the change of fate of the King of Light?"
"I have seen the change, thou path is clouded but his destiny as Chosen King not undone, but his fate remains clouded. Neither crossing into death or life."
"And the other world caught by the darkness." Shiva spoke, concern coming to her face.
"The Immortal Accursed and the Cursed Maiden…" Bahmaut spoke. "The world of Eos, and the broken world of a forgotten era."
"When darkness descends, the King of Light shall rise. A child born of two worlds." Shiva finished.
