The Realm of the Fae, one of the most ancient planes of existence, said to have emerged from the earliest stages of the Cosmos in its origins countless eons ago.

Flying in the skies of this realm, between the iridescent clouds of magic and wonder that dressed the celestial vault of this region in vivid and exotic hues, a sepia-colored sparrow with sharp wings ending on puce-colored feathers soared at the speed of wrathful squalls. A short streak of blue adorned its head and reached the center of its back, its eyes were sharp and focused, too intelligent to be a mere animal.

Riding illusive winds at breakneck speed, each flapping of its wings took the sparrow over ever-shifting lands. And despite its rushed flight and grim purpose, the alacritous bird couldn’t help but take a few glances at the beauty unfolding beneath it.

From time immemorial, this realm had been a place of wonder for all the Races of the Cosmos, tales about it abounded and were told as legends and myths on many worlds. Tales of its inhabitants filled the dreams and nightmares of the myriad races under the Heavens.

Within this realm, there existed a very important location: The Unseelie Fence.

A boundary between realms, a wall separating worlds either born from Nature’s wisdom or built by creature’s intelligence. It stood, powerful and eerie, mysterious and ancient. That was the destination of this lissome sparrow as it flew carrying out a daring quest.

The Fence was a pivotal location for its function of preventing unwanted incursions of people into the Fae Realm, at the same time preventing the energies of this realm from seeping into other worlds, as very few organisms were prepared to handle the mystifying qualities of this plane.

The very air of this realm could intoxicate lesser creatures, both in ecstatic pleasure and horrifying terror. Most living things would be outlandishly mutated and mortal minds would be driven to insanity, intoxicated in nightmarish pleasure if they were to contact these energies unprotected. The waters of the Fae Realm could grant youth and erase disease, but they could also bring madness and death. A fruit from its trees could erase hunger for a hundred years, or cause a long life of writhing pain. Lesser creatures who managed to wander into the confines of this outlandish realm, often found themselves staying forever.

But not necessarily by choice, nor in happiness.

Following the deadly verdant regions of the Lost Woods, beyond the vast multicolored prairies roamed by packs of oneiric beasts and flanked by trees bearing fruits of fantastic flavors and ethereal attributes, many rivers and streams of the Fae Realm converged into one major river, whose body of water turned more silver-like as it neared the Argentous Sea.

The perilous waters of this sea of churning silver were inhabited by creatures better kept in its depths for the sake of everyone else. Even among the Fae, few were daring enough to brave those waters, even fewer were capable of hunting the monstrous beasts that dwelled there.

However, any who succeeded would inevitably gain great power, so there were always madmen scheming to attempt the perilous journey. Most never returned.

Reaching the horizon, the distant blurred line where the sea met the sky, stood the Unseelie Fence.

The Fence was a gargantuan wall of silver-and-grey fog rising from the end of the silver sea up towards the highest sky and extending countless miles on each direction, letting only slight glimpses of darkness be revealed beyond it. A bizarre spectacle, this important location. Even space twisted and blurred, and time seemed to flow differently when close to this place.

Towards it the daring sparrow flew, struggling to keep down the fear within its soul as it approached a specific part at the base of the wall of fog. But it was not the Fence or its properties that terrified it, neither were the powerful monsters this far from the coast what had its feathers trembling. It was The Man that awaited next to the Fence what frightened it and made it internally curse at its ruler and its own Fate for sending the sparrow to this perilous mission.

It wasn’t hard to find the exact location, after all, the sparrow only needed to notice the absurd absence of any beast in the miles around Him. Even the maddened beasts from the Argentous Sea had escaped in terror to avoid being anywhere near there. Or perhaps, they had already been hunted and devoured. If the tales were to be believed, He was an avid hunter and rejoiced in eating rare monsters and feasted on powerful beasts from all realms of existence.

The sparrow could sympathize with the beasts that had swum away; it too would rather be anywhere else than near the Monster among Monsters standing at the base of the wall, floating over the end of the waters in an area of dreadful quietude.

The sparrow, whose name was Fionn, landed far behind Him. Keeping a respectful distance both to observe the proper courtesies and because That Man terrified him to the core.

Fionn transformed, turning from a sparrow into a tall and slim humanoid figure. Short but elegant antlers extended from his forehead, adorned with a multitude of arcane symbols. He had sharp ears and sharper face with a small nose and thin lips. Long sepia-colored hair with a streak of electric blue in the middle, his skin was soft yellow-brown like the wooden core of trees in mortal worlds, his eyes were elongated horizontally and consisted of soft blue sclera and amber irises. Fionn wore close-fitting clothes of puce and grey color, with thin but powerful dragonfly-like wings folded behind him. The complement of his attire was a pearly white longbow carried on his back, it was one of Fionn's most useful artifacts and perhaps the most powerful of his weapons. It was also, he suspected, part of the reason why he had been sent here instead of a team or perhaps a more prestigious member from the Courts.

Fionn was a Fae, one of the natives of this realm. He was ancient and powerful, sent here at the behest of his new Queen to greet this most unfathomable Deity, and in a very cautious and extremely courteous manner inquire about His purpose here. This must be done with the utmost caution, for even if the Fae were ancient and mighty they were akin to dust in front of such colossus.

They could not offend this Powerhouse. Probably no one could afford that in the current Cosmos.

Fionn was, at the moment, in the Eighth Stage. But he might as well be an ant, and not even a particularly strong one, in front of this Exalted Being.

So there he knelt, in terror and awe, barely daring to risk a glance at the back of such existence. The figure standing there was an Avatar, not the real self, yet even such fragment was vastly powerful and marvelous enough to entice a Fae trying to behold the truth in that embodiment of Divinity.

Oh, He was a grandiose being, truth be told and praise be given when it’s due. Beautiful as only the most exalted lives could be, in ways that could not be perceived by mortal eyes nor understood by lesser creatures, but that to the Fae’s senses shone with the allure and magnificence of the dawn of a new world, the distant splendor of ancestral starry heavens, and the inexorable might of the doom of all existence.

How marvelous and formidable, terrifying to an unspeakable degree, but never repulsive.

Powerful beyond measure, unfathomable in ways that flabbergasted even the Gods. But also exceedingly terrible, for abysmal terrors lay within that human-like frame, horrors that humbled even the Ancestral Demons and crushed them to extermination in such ways that the mere utterance of the tale made anyone under the Heavens act bashful.

Chaos given shape, in all its awe-inspiring wonder and terror-inducing limitlessness. Ever-changing, always advancing in an implacable and unstoppable flood that could cover and break all creation. Even if this Avatar was resembling the ways of a Phoenix, the true essence of His real self could not be denied.

A Sovereign, unique in living memory, but not the first according to the Forgotten Memories. The Fae held many secrets, and among the upper echelons of their society, there were those with knowledge and wisdom more ancient than the stars. Even if they did not actually remember, they noticed the absence. And they had records of things forgotten by all.

Fionn knew that there had been at least Another, a Sovereign of Gods that ruled All Heavens and Myriad Worlds from an eternity in the past up until barely a few days ago when its very existence had been erased from the entirety of the Cosmos.

Now no one knew its name, age, deeds or appearance, only that it had existed, due to the absence of such major figure being so glaring. And it didn’t take a genius to figure out that the one responsible for this was the Monster standing in easy-going serenity in front of the Unseelie Fence.

Fionn knelt behind the Powerhouse that might as well be considered the new Overlord of all the Cosmos and nervously waited for his presence to be acknowledged. Fionn may have been sent there to inquire the purpose of this Deity, but that didn’t mean he would simply come and directly say it without being given permission to speak first, he was not an idiot and was not suicidal.

So he stayed kneeling and did not dare to speak first.

But he could watch, so Fionn entertained himself by trying to figure out what the Conqueror of the Heavens was doing there.

The first thing Fionn noticed, was that this Avatar was wearing a garment made from exquisite materials comparable to those wore by the Royalty of the Fairies. Robes from Phoenix feathers woven with threads of the flares of Summer and adorned with Orichalcum, covering an extremely cold-attuned tunic that Fionn thought could be a shard of Night itself. Balance maintained even by such stark contrast of opposites within one frame, just like the legends told.

Of course, such attire was to be expected from an entity of such high station.

Fionn watched as Navin Lakar raised His hand and pointed a finger to the Unseelie Fence. For a moment, Fionn thought that the whole realm inclined towards this place; to his senses, it was as if the entirety of the stars were extending flaring tendrils of astral light and converging in the finger of the Sovereign.

The gigantic wall of fog pulsed for a few seconds and a ripple of Divine Power coursed through it, reaching the unknown extensions of The Fence. It was, for lack of a better world, refined. Strengthened and purified in a way Fionn hadn’t even known was possible.

Had there been an imperfection in the Unseelie Fence? Was that why this Heavenly Lord had appeared here?

“Fionn Makhail, the Alpenglow Hunter from the Boann Forest. I remember you. It’s been a while since we last met, about twenty thousand years? Stand, please.”

The Divinity spoke almost absentmindedly, without deigning to turn His head, apparently checking on the wall of pure silver fog. Yet Fionn had no doubt that He was watching him. The entirety of the area around them was likely already under the piercing perception of His Divine Sense.

Fionn almost flinched when being addressed and recognized by name, yet he restrained his temblor and spoke up an answer. Fionn suspected that the reason he was sent here was that he had met Navin Lakar in the past and had come back without any issue. In fact, the longbow at his back, Deimne, was an artifact created by this Immortal Cultivator and given to Fionn during their first meeting about a hundred thousand years ago.

That might be seen by others as a sign of goodwill or that the Conqueror of the Abyssal Planes was a genial man, but Fionn had been given this simply as a whim, because Fionn’s previous bow had been broken in a battle that could very loosely be considered as being on the same side as Him.

While it was true that Navin Lakar never attacked unprovoked and was indeed an honorable man, that did not make him less terrifying for anyone who had witnessed His fury.

This applied for anyone under the Ninth Stage that met a Divinity, actually. Since one had to be very cautious lest the wrath of a God was incurred.

“Sovereign of Chaos. It is a grand honor to be remembered by such esteemed Heavenly Lord.”

The Hunter stood up and bowed with an elegant flourish showing proper courtesies to the Powerhouse. His discontentment would mean Fionn’s doom, after all. The Fae had personally seen this monstrously powerful entity in action before, wreaking havoc on worlds as if they were made of fragile glass, slaughtering Gods and Ancestral Beasts as if they were little sheep.

Fionn would not make the damning mistake of offending such a formidable creature.

They stood there in silence for a couple of minutes until the Sovereign of Chaos seemed to be satisfied with His observation and finally deigned to look at Fionn.

“If you have questions, feel free to ask them.”

His sapphire-like blue eyes pierced through Fionn and scrutinized him, reading him like an open book. The hunter bowed again and resigned to his fate, it was impossible to dodge this.

“May I inquire the motive of your visit to our realm?”

Fionn half-expected the Deity to take offense due to someone of lower status asking for His intentions. It wouldn’t be the first case of a Powerhouse doing such a thing, as they usually gave no explanations for their actions and only answered to other entities of similar might. Even Fionn and other Fae of the Eighth Stage wouldn’t be questioned by those lower than Seventh Stage, as there existed a huge difference in their statuses and power.

But the being in front of Fionn right now was someone of the legendary Eleventh Stage. The dimensional gap between them was so ridiculously vast that it was simply incommensurable.

Yet He simply smiled signaled with a thumb to the fog behind.

“The Unseelie Fence was damaged, I simply repaired it. That’s all.”

Simple words, but with deep implications. Damaging the Fence should be impossible. But there were multiple worlds suffering damage right now after the conclusion of the Divine War.

“None of us had noticed anything was wrong with it, Sovereign.”

The thought hadn’t even crossed their minds. The Fence was one of the most ancient features of the Fae Realm. The notion that it could be broken was unthinkable for them.

But we are living in an Era of unthinkable things, aren’t we?

Fionn thought wryly about the past two centuries with the sealed Divine Realm, and now the events of the past week, multiple worlds being affected by destruction, and the current Fairy Queen’s confirmation that the previous Royals were indeed dead.

The entire Cosmos was being shaken, and the main responsible for this was standing right in front of him. The greatest God Slayer of all times showed a slight smile and chuckled. Fionn hurriedly changed his avenue of thought. When dealing with such powerful entities one could never be sure that one's thoughts weren’t being read.

The Revolutionary shook his head and lightly tapped the silver fog as he replied.

“You wouldn’t have noticed unless you sent someone specifically to investigate it or until it was too late to do anything. But it's alright now, there's no risk anymore.”

Fionn knew that they wouldn’t have sent any Fae to investigate, because nobody would ever think that the Unseelie Fence would break or that it could be damaged at all. The consequences would have been catastrophic and unforeseeable.

“Thank you for your assistance in this matter. I will inform my Queen of this event. It’s truly a blessing that you repaired the damage promptly.”

Fionn replied with solemnity, he couldn’t imagine the magnitude of the damage if the Fence had actually broken. It was strange, to feel gratitude towards the Sovereign of Chaos. Navin Lakar hadn’t interacted much with the Fairies, so most of the realm had previously regarded Him in a neutral manner, although the previous Fae King liked to wage bets against Him –and famously always lost– so there was a bit of animosity from the Fae Realm to him.

The few times the Fae had antagonized Him, they had paid a harsh price for it, but at other times they had also benefitted, though most of the time they didn’t get involved in each other’s matters.

Many of the Fae were mourning the death of the previous Royals, and Fionn knew that many blamed Navin Lakar for it. Even if they also rejoiced in the newfound freedom of the Paths of Nature and the revitalized waves of energy that were being felt in the realm.

What would be the new state of the Cosmos now that He sat in the Throne of Heaven? What will He do now that He had dominion over all the worlds and races within His reach?

Fionn was driven out of his thoughts by the words of the current Ruler of the Cosmos.

“It was the logical thing to do, the Fence could not be allowed to break, after all. I will simply continue walking my own way now. But before I go, you mentioned a Queen. Did the Courts elect a new ruler or has one risen to claim the Fair Crown already? Who guides the Fae now that King Neimeth and Queen Dannuan have entered reincarnation?”

Now that all the Fae with power of Ninth Stage and above were gone, they were in a state of unprecedented weakness. The Crown of the Faeries had been obtained barely a few decades ago by their anointed Queen. Her claim of the throne was still unstable.

“Our current Queen is Brigith of Radiant Splendor, who you might know as the Daughter of Morning. She earned the throne by passing the ancient trials, but only in recent years received the Fair Crown, upon the confirmed passing of those who went to war in the Divine Realm.”

The Immortal recognized the name, and seemingly found her worthy of the title of Ruler of the Fae. He showed a smile and nodded.

“The Thrice Virtuous. Powerful, talented and genial. Yes, I know her. It seems appropriate for the young Princess of Dawn to be the one to guide the Fae Realm to prosperity in this dawning new era. Very well, inform Her Majesty Queen Brigith that I will visit the Hawthorn Hill when circumstances allow and congratulate her for her coronation personally.”

When the Sovereign addressed her as Queen of the Fae, there was a force behind the words, as if by being spoken out loud it had been made more real. Like a Decree of the Heavens.

He made a gesture with His right hand and conjured a sealed wooden box adorned with a golden array of runes that shone softly. He presented it to Fionn.

“Bring this to your Queen, as a gift to congratulate her. Let it be known that I acknowledge her position as the legitimate ruler of your kind.”

Fionn shook upon hearing the words. The new Queen would be delighted when she learned of this. A gift and a simple word of acknowledgment by this Powerhouse would be enough to stabilize her rule. It was far more than what she had sent him here for.

Fionn took the box and bowed with a flourish as he put the gift within his soul storage, recognizing the implied dismissal. It would be better to hurry out of this region while the Sovereign’s presence was still keeping the creatures of the Argentous Sea away.

Who knew where He would go next, but it was obvious that such Powerhouse could simply teleport disregarding the boundaries of dimensions.

“I will convey your auspicious words, Sovereign. By your leave, I shall return to my Queen now.”

A final nod, and permission was explicitly given. Fionn wasted no time in extending his wings to jump towards the skies. The Sovereign of Chaos might have been serene and polite, even helpful on bringing stability to the realm, but that didn’t make being in His presence any less overwhelming and terrifying to Fionn.

And yet, as he was about to get out of there, he was stopped by the almost absentminded musings of the Sovereign.

“I assume those two didn’t come with you, then?”

What?

Fionn was alone, as far as he knew. But the Sovereign was looking meaningfully towards a bit of seemingly empty space a few dozen meters to Fionn's right, and the Hunter was experienced enough to know that such entities did not bluff nor speak meaninglessly.

Sure enough, there was a ripple of power coming from that spot. Glamour and a strong array had been woven to conceal two strong presences that were now revealing themselves due to having been discovered.

A female of silky black hair, with sharp short antlers on her forehead and dark grey skin. Her eyes had grey sclera, so dark it was almost black, and fiery red pupils. Her dress was made from cumulonimbus and plates of polished deep sea stones. In her right hand, she was wielding a barbed spear made from the bones of a Sea Dragon.

A male with a mane of scarlet hair, his skin was pale as a cloud, and the antlers on his forehead twisted to the sides. His eyes had soft blue sclera and deep green pupils. He wore an armor resembling a volcano, black as coal but adorned with lines that pulsed with scorching power as if they had magma underneath. From his belt hung an unsheathed sabre of sculpted blue stone with a wickedly sharp edge.

Fionn recognized them both.

Ciara of the Dark Tempest, Jarlath of the Searing Edge.

Two Fae of the Eight Stage, just like Fionn. Members of a different faction, they were among the ones who opposed the current Fae Queen.

What are those two doing here?

Fionn had deep distrust towards them. Were they here to attempt to sway the Sovereign in supporting one of them as ruler of the Fae? Well, too late. He had already spoken, and a Powerhouse like Him would not go back on His word.

Not easily, anyway. But Fionn really doubted that those two could make Navin Lakar retract His gift. Say what you will about the terrors He might bring and the epic destruction caused during His battles, but the Lord of Unfathomable Mysteries had never gone back on His word.

Well, if they offended Navin Lakar, it would mean there would be two dangerous elements less for the Queen to worry about. Fionn had no doubt that if He so wished, those two would be turned to less than ashes in an instant. Even in His wounded state.

A worm was still no match for a mountain, even if the mountain had a gigantic hole in the middle. Any stray rock could crush any arrogant and stupid worm who didn’t know its place.

Perhaps Fionn should at least make sure that the Sovereign of Chaos knew that these two idiots were not part of the Queen’s faction. Just to be on the safe side.

“We bow before the Divine Sovereign.”

The two newcomers bowed in a display of elegance and submission.

His serene face showed no change, but Fionn noticed that Navin Lakar’s eyes showed a bit of displeasure, no, was that melancholy? The thoughts of such elevated existence evaded the Fairy Hunter as the Sovereign simply tilted His head inviting the newcomer –and, Fionn suspected, increasingly unwelcome– Fae to state their purpose.

They took the cue, quickly taking three steps forwards and kneeling over the silver waters. They presented their weapons before speaking.

“We wish to enter your service, Cosmic Sovereign.”

“No.”

The reply was quick and cold. He rejected them without the slightest hesitation or consideration. They flinched slightly, but grit their teeth and carried on with their plea. Ciara was the first to speak.

“Lord, you will require powerful assistants in this new Era. With your support, we can unify the Fae and bring a new future to our Species. You have returned from the war and might need time to recuperate, we can supply your needs and assist you in your purpose while you recover in peace.”

“I already have enough vassals, and my Disciples can fulfill my purpose. My answer remains unchanged. Return, we have nothing else to discuss and my time in the Fae Realm has come to an end.”

The Cultivator replied unhurriedly and with a calm voice. They tried to tell him more about what they could do or how they would even gather followers from other races, but the Sovereign was unmoved by their enticements.

Stupid idiots, do they think they can sway a Divinity so easily?

Fionn watched them with disdain and thought that he had seen enough. With a final bow towards Navin Lakar, the Hunter of Alpenglow turned around and took flight.

The flight of the Fae was not a physical one, and neither were they bound by the limits of normal creatures. Their wings were constructs to call on Ether and ride the wind and space. Fionn took flight with a graceful step and rose a couple of meters in the air when the pair of damned idiots spoke again.

“We know about your new Disciples!”

Ciara’s crazed words were the last thing Fionn heard before an overwhelming pressure crushed everything in a hundred miles around.

That stupid bitch!

Fionn cursed internally as he crashed into the now perfectly still silver waters as the real attention of the Sovereign of Chaos focused on this area. The sheer weight of His presence was suffocating as the gaze of a being at the pinnacle of godhood stared at them from beyond the boundaries of space.

The sea had turned solid as a block of steel. There was a sudden absence of energy to call upon in the area, all movement stopped so any flight was impossible. Fionn managed to land on his feet but stumbled, his thoughts were growing numb, his senses dulled and even his Spiritual Sense retracted completely as the flow of Ether within his body threatened to come to an abrupt halt.

The Hunter struggled to raise his head and saw the face of the Sovereign deprived of all emotion, His gaze was an abyss of cold merciless fury.

“Choose your next words very carefully.”

He spoke with a measured tone, but behind that serenity was a promise of utter destruction.

The overwhelming sensation of asphyxia receded, and Fionn managed to see the two fools sharply take gasps of breath. How much worse must it have been for them that were the focus of His attention?

“There was a prophecy resonating across the myriad realms in recent days. 'A new era is dawning on the Cosmos, freedom and strife, destruction and change. Chaos reigns supreme but His rule is waning. The wounded Sovereign raises two Heralds for the coming age, two new stars born from Chaos in the worlds below to support their Seniors in the worlds above. He enters the crucible of Transcendence and challenges the unknown'. Those were the words spoken by the Prophetess and all other Diviners, I swear by Morning Dew and Evening Mist, by Nature’s bounty and the Tempestuous Winds!”

“It’s the truth Sovereign. It is known. The words are spreading. All who possess the gift of prediction in the Higher Worlds had the same revelation. When pressed to speak more about this matter, they only said that 'there was only nothingness beyond that point' so they could not see anything else. Very few have access to this information now, but it won’t take long for it to spread. This is true, I swear by Olden Flames and Future Sparks.”

Jarlath spoke hurriedly to back his partner, both making oaths of being speaking the truth. Those were ancient words, and oaths made by Fae were not broken without terrible consequences.

Fionn hadn’t heard of this matter before, it was very shocking. All high-level Oracles and Seers, those capable of the Gift of Divination in the Higher Worlds, having the same vision? It would be a very sensitive matter, especially in these troubled times and because of who the Prophecy was talking about.

“We can assist you, Sovereign! We can fight for you; help you shelter your new Disciples from your enemies. Fae can travel between realms easier than other races too, we can serve as informants and warriors, please, give us a chance.”

Ciara fervently spoke and her comrade nodded with madness in his eyes. They offered services to Him, they were betting that He would emerge victorious, so they sought to receive His favor by joining His cause early.

A seemingly cunning attempt, but futile. Those who would join Him had long done so, that's why the Seven Aspects of Chaos existed already. The Sovereign was not without vassals and an army of his own.

“We can send our sprites to many worlds, and the two of us aren’t the only ones, there are others in our faction willing to follow you. You can focus on recovering and we can serve as watchers and protectors of your new Disciples. We can assure their safety and inform you of any approaching danger. Please, Sovereign. Our assistance will prove valuable. We know that no prophecy is absolute and Fate can change, but you can find use in us.”

Jarlath tried to point out more benefits of their service, and Fionn was surprised that there were actually more Fae in their faction willing to serve Navin Lakar. Then again, many Fae were adventurous in nature, so for these two this kind of bet must have been too enticing to not dare make it.

But the Powerhouse remained impassible.

The three Fae watched the face of the Sovereign devoid of any emotion, but there was a flash of frightening light in His eyes; it felt like worlds collapsing and civilizations ending, like the abyssal darkness beyond worlds torn apart.

Then he grinned, a sharp and vicious smile that made them shiver as they felt the cold murderous intent sweeping the area.

“The answer is still ‘No’. Oblivion awaits anyone foolish enough to try to harm my Disciples. Let them come and try if they dare.”

And just like that, He was gone. As if He had never even been there, traversing dimensions in a silent manner.

The three Fae stood in stunned silence for a few seconds, until Fionn remembered his mission and who the two near him were. So he took flight at top speed and hurried back towards the Capital of the Fairies before Ciara and Jarlath could get out of their disappointment that their ambitious bet had not been successful.

Fionn felt the two scream behind him, but he was not a fool, so he didn't even turn his head or slow down. Fionn accelerated even as the two idiots started to chase after him. It didn’t matter, he was faster than them and had gotten a few seconds of advantage, that was enough to be out of their range for now.

He wouldn’t stop no matter what, and once they were in the mainland there would be too many witnesses for them to attempt to silence him. Fae possessed a vast number of Eighth Stage beings among them, after all. It was a consequence of being an immortal race by their inborn nature.

Fionn flew with renewed purpose over the land of the Fae, among iridescent clouds of magic and wonder that dressed the celestial vault of this region in vivid and exotic hues, the sparrow flew riding the illusive winds at breakneck speed, once more in rushed flight he made the perilous journey.

Part of him wondered how many Seers would die for stupidly revealing a prophecy about the Sovereign of Chaos without first informing Him. Really, one would think that being clairvoyants, they would see it coming or know the consequences of such daring action.

Especially since they were talking about someone who rose to prominence by defying Fate and Gods while still being a low-stage Cultivator. Did they really expect his wounds to prevent him from crushing all in his way?

Well, that was not Fionn's concern. For now, he focused on dodging attacks coming from his back as he hurried forwards.

He had urgent news and a gift for his Queen, after all.