A few months have passed since the events of Gazeth not and the coming of the Bloodcult to the lands of The Embassy, and much of the traffic that usually takes place within this land of bountiful commerce had resumed with plenty of haste to pick up for the slack of the moments where it stood idle, the vast underground and topside complexes moving their astronomical amounts of material as usual.
The absence of their “protector” was also not uncommon. The very well known being, on the verge of being deified by some, however, an invaluable mantlepiece of the defense of the system, often found himself away from the public eye, or rather from all eyes. And despite the fact that at first such events became great news, nowadays, the matter of his disappearance was all but commonplace.
However, this time, his absence was to be permanent. Nevermore he’d grace the location with his presence, as his duty was now completed. After years of study of all of his story, mistakes and accomplishments, he had arrived at great truths that escaped the grasp of the common mind of G-S16, and his knowledge was about to be instrumentalized.
After years of planning, gathering materials and mainly great amounts of knowledge, his plan would come to fruition, to fix all of what he caused and prevent any more from happening, to end it all.
From the galactic plane there was a sudden buckle, unfelt at first, then a small increase, oscillations of some kind. Then, it started. Each of the Anchors of The Storm buckled and cracked, twisting themselves in their perfect golden form, bursting forth creating three pillars of light at the rims. The beams that connected them enlightened more, and the three became twelve surrounding the galaxy, lighting up even the most obscure far reaches.
Then, within the center, The Storm itself seemed to be reduced, the vast golden reaches, plumes of subversive smoke dissipated, revealing the raw chromatic core, jeering and dangling like twinkling starlight with a maelstrom of colors within.
It too burst like a bubble upwards, lights escaped its bowels and flew upwards, filling the nascent lack of space in a large pillar. Lines danced across all of the connecting points, accumulating within six large pillars around the core region of the galaxy. The whole mystical construct was created, and symbols filled the weaves of the lines, developing themselves as if writing something.
Not a moment later, the pillars converged to the center and focused upon its apex, a large explosion crackled through all realms, filling and weaving themselves between the gaps, writing a new text as it did so. It proceeded forth barreling like an unyielding wave, washing over the whole universe and adjacents, a new maxim written into the logos of the universe, a new language burst forth from the energy, the tongue in which god spoke.
Then, the wave recedes back, leaving its imprint and presence everywhere. It pulls back all of the pillars and lines with it, the Anchors and The Storm dissipating in its wake. It accumulates into a black prism floating where The Storm once stood, of similar size. The prism pulses and releases another wave which fills the imprints, the ritual is complete.
Everywhere at once, a new energy empowers the world. A subversive energy which seeks to hide as much as it seeks to be known, this energy tricks and coordinates, it changes, yet is not so present to change the other forces.
A new energy, esoteric and magical in nature, flows forth from the center of the galaxy of G-S16. The result of a sacrifice of the galaxy’s most powerful entity, The Storm finally lies to rest, a large dark prism takes its place, seemingly coordinating this new energy which bears limitless potential.
In many places, the change is noticed at an instant. Several already become keen upon this essence and seek to master it, many more wish to use it for their own purposes. What will become of G-S16 with this new magical power? Will The Embassy fall without its protector?
The death of an All-Powerful being shines new light within the universe, but also casts new shadows, who shall be the first to gaze into the prism at the core, to unlock the powers within this new energy?
The Magic System: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1KQX83nsZfSH6JPx0lZwjlQemf4M020p84nvZ_vNl8Z8/edit?usp=sharing