Two parties are at war with each other due to a difference in beliefs, paths, and desires, but it's yet to be determined which sides holding the upper hand. The dead of both sides lay in heaps across the battle riddled land. All though both gangs added together consisted of a handful of people, the power of either armada could only be rivaled by a handful of clans or families people in the thousands of realms. Both of the parties stand at the pinnacle of the most prestigious realm in the universe, the Deity realm.

On the battle black and purple mist is radiating off the bodies of the dead cultivators and mythical beasts' dead bodies that are sprawled out on the deserted land. Any average cultivator would be able to tell that a lethal poison is decomposing the bodies of the dead cultivators. The lands were in no better shape. The poison spread for millions of miles, leaving only desolate lands in its wake. No living creature or plant, besides those still alive, could be seen with the naked eye.

The larger of the two armies is surrounded in a black mist that has formed from a baleful and ominous aura, signifying the immensity of it. This mist is radiating off of the cultivators who are dressed in robes of darker hues of reds, purples, and blacks. Large hood hung over their heads obscure their pale, skeletal like faces. A run down hourglass with a pair of bone wings are boxed in by a set of scythes.

Contrasting this deathful group of around twenty people is a small group of five people. Unlike the uniforms of their opponents. Each individual has their own battle attire. The three females have their own style of kimonos, one of the males has on tighter clothing without sleeves, while the dwarf male is wearing traditional clothing of his species. Floral patterns are embroidered on the sash. The only similarity between the clothing is the color scheme of green, gold, and white and the tree pattern stitched into the clothing.

The simplistic tree is a simple outline that shows the branches and roots. Signifying that the tree is the root of everything, the roots swirl at the bottom similar to cosmos. In addition, the branches spread out in all directions showing that the tree reaches out towards every inch of the known universe.

Despite being seeming to have one foot already through death's door, all five of these people are brimming with life.

"It's time to leave, we can’t fight any longer." Thalli spoke through mental transmission.

"Servants of the despicable Veon, we thank you for playing with us today. Unfortunately, our time here is up and have a less important matter to deal with. Until next time," Pona said with a playful tone. While she was saying this, thousands of rune markings started to appear beneath the feet of her four allies. After speaking, Pona gave a bow and disappeared in a flash of white light with her comrades.

"FUCK….We almost had those bastards this time." Sul said after his attack missed Thalli by fractions of a second.

"We need to report back to Lord Veon. Both sides had heavy losses. We only need to worry about recovering right now." A raspy voice from the said added.

"You're right Krewiu. Collect the fallen and move out." Ordered Sul before suddenly vanishing from the spot. Similarly, the rest of the soldiers in similar clothing disappeared from the battlefield.

…

Just a couple million miles away from the now uninhabited battle field, an endless forest brimming with life that is extremely active. Humans and beasts were bustling to and from different areas. Within this forest, hundreds of rare species of plants, trees, animals, beasts, and mythical creatures could be found here. The forest was colossal and blooming. Its multicolored canopy was competed for by ancient trees who allowed adequate light to pass down for an overabundance of ferns to dominate the soft, rich soils below. Swooping tree limbs dropped from every tree, and a hodgepodge of flowers, which grew in abundance, added playful elements to the otherwise unchanging terrain. Everything within the forest gave off an aura of immortality. It was as if every living soul in the forest had been living for millions of years and was still thriving. There is one area of this forest that became a forbidden zone to the life forms in the forest.

In the middle of the forest was a tree covered by gold bark and emerald leaves. Glimmers of light would gi a dull sparkle. This tree seemed to date the creation of the universe itself. Standing at exactly seven hundred and seventy seven feet tall, this gargantuan tree towered over the rest of the forest. Upon further inspection, a man is standing on top of the tree, gazing into the distance.

This man has inch long golden hair and emerald eyes that complimented his chiseled face. He is sporting a white robe with golden stitching and an emerald emblem that is identical to the tree. The handsome man was staring to the south with a worrisome look on his face. Noticing the white flash at the base of the tree, his face slowly began to relax. He then appeared to melt into the tree, becoming one with it.

After the white light disappeared, five disheveled people appeared alongside ten corpses. Two people were standing on their own while, another was holding up one, and another was sitting up on the ground.

The dwarf, Volcan, is supporting himself on the thigh of the only other man with the help of his only arm. Telum, the sleeveless brute, whose muscles are too enormous to be contained by clothes, kicked the dying Volcan off of him towards the large tree.

"Be careful with him! Don't aggravate his injuries!" Sol barked at Telum. Sol is a firery woman with red hair and a short temper. Unlike the others, Sol has a bright red color integrated into her outfit. Her stunning beauty, voluptuous body, and abilities, makes her one of the most sought after woman wherever she goes.

Immediately the five figures noticed a figure start to morph off the base of the tree trunk. His appearance was the same as the man who was on top of the tree.

"Sol, quickly start to concoct pills to stop the spreading of the poison. Pona see if you can do anything to stop that poison from spreading this way" Said the man who walked out of the tree at once. Pona took no time and hurriedly made her way to the south.

"Yes, Master Haoma," replied Sol and Pona simultaneously before immediately going into action. Sol pointed her finger and fire shot directly underneath the cauldron that she was walking towards.

Pona headed back towards the battlefield that they just left the detter the poison that is deteriorating the ground.

"Thalli take these pills, then help Sol." Command Haoma as he tossed a bag towards Thalli.

Thalli is a not a beauty, nor does her appearance have anything significant about it, except for one thing. She has four arms. While this is not unusual in any means, it is since her parents only have two arms each. Two booklets are being held in different hands while she used her other two arms to help her allies.

"Why must you be so hard headed in battle? Throwing your weight around in battle does not good if its not controlled." Spoke Haoma with an indifferent look towards Volcan. An enormous bush sprouted from the ground and caught Volcan midair and brought him to the ground.

"I can heal his injuries without, but you know I can't touch the poison," said Haoma as a golden light illuminated from his hand that surrounded Volcan's body. Volcan's injuries healed at once and his lost arm even grew back!

Pona came back a couple hours later and reported that she had stopped the poison from spreading but was not able to neutralize it. Thalli gave her a vile and instructions on how to eliminate it. Pona left soon afterwards.

Tellum received treatment from Sol before returning to his house to rest. Soon after the other four did the same.

One day later at the base of the enormous tree, Haoma, Sol, Telum, Pona and Thalli were sitting at a table conversing.

"Master Haoma we need more people. We lost ten people yesterday if we keep losing this many we won't be able to keep defending ourselves. Their attacks are becoming more brutal and more difficult to combat against. The poison alone is on the verge of incurable. I'm afraid that…" Said Thalli with a tear rolling down her cheek.

"With that attitude we will loose. Toughen up coward, we aren't dead yet." Volcan interrupted Thalli as he was walking up to the table.

"We need to go to the lower realms and start to eliminate the enemy from there. It will decrease their followers in the long run and also weaken Veon." Telum suggested.

"Well would you look at that, the dumb ass has a clever idea. He isn't all just brawn and no brain. BUT how do you expect us to go to the lower realms? We can barely last 10 minutes in the Sovereign realms before we have to come back here." Volcan responded to Telum.

"Stop." Haoma spoke. "You all know that I am only capable of so much do to the laws and forces of the universe. Recently, I've been searching all of realms recently for an answer of some sort. Finally, I think that I might have found one. Although it will come at a risk, but if I succeed, this will help us enormously. The downside is that it's not an immediate solution. Now, Instead of bickering with each other, why don't you all do something productive instead? Go find a disciple or find a way to somehow increase your strength." With that Haoma vanished into the ground.

Inside a cozy room in the golden tree a couple of days later, Haoma is in the middle of the room sitting crossed legged. Currently he is connect to every tree, plant, animal, or creature with a sliver of life inside the thousands of realms. He was searching for a special person that gave off a specific aura. Haoma was only able to hold this search for one minute a day due to the vast expanse of energy used. This was his seventeenth day in a row. Haoma's relaxed face grew into one with a warm gentle smile.

"I have finally found you my child."