Beyond the Apocalypse-Chapter 1015: Six Suns Alliance (I)

All the powerful gazed upon the Chaovoratities Plane from the void.

From their vantage, surrounded by endless waves of chaotic energy, the Lords and Legends of the Alliance watched the oceans recede into cracked seabeds, watched continents burn until the land itself glowed red, and saw endless storms coil across the sky without rest or mercy. Thunder rolled in constant waves, not as sound but as pressure, a cosmic tremor felt even by beings who had long since abandoned mortal senses.

The world was dying.

Its vast life essence—once enough to sustain the world for eons and give birth to dozens of Lords—was drained away into nothingness. What little scrap remained was bleeding into the void like light swallowed by a black star. The Chaovoratities Plane, a supreme world older than most recorded histories, was approaching its inevitable end.

For the powerhouses of the Alliance, this was extraordinary news.

The death of a supreme world was not merely an ending; it was an opportunity. A convergence of cosmic laws, released all at once. Anyone capable of piercing those laws—of understanding and surviving the collapse of reality itself—could harvest power beyond conventional limits.

They had seen it before.

The Zanis Homeworld had been weaker, a world of a lower level than the Chaovoratities Plane, yet its destruction had rewritten destiny itself. Its death gave birth to a Death Nebula that evolved a myriad of legends within the Graecia Empire. More than that, it had allowed figures such as the White Death and the Xaos King to obtain abilities that defied the universe’s own restrictions.

The Emperor of the Graecia Empire gained the power to end all existence.

The King of the Xaos Kingdom gained the power to move freely between dimensions, to phase through death itself.

Such gifts were singular. The universe would never grant them twice. Vlad and Alexandro could never obtain them again—but others could.

Brightkin, Orkin, Ankil, and Merlin stood among the gathered Lords, their expressions betraying flashes of anticipation despite their ancient discipline.

If they could obtain powers of that level, not only would it be great for their cultivation, but it would also mean that their worlds would be safe as long as they were alive. For a righteous ruler, that feeling was worth more than any treasure in the universe.

Their gazes remained fixed on the dying world, as if willing it to collapse faster.

Then a calm voice cut through the void.

"It will not happen."

Unfortunate as it was, it seemed fate would not be so generous.

The four Sovereigns turned as one toward the speaker.

Had it been anyone else, the words would have been dismissed outright. The life and death of worlds lay beyond even the grasp of most Lords. But the one who spoke was the White Death—the being with the greatest dominion over the aspects of entropy and death across the universe.

Silence followed. Even storms seemed to still. The four Sovereigns did not deny the words of the White Death, but they wished to understand where that analysis came from.

Luckily for the four, the White Death did not make them wait.

"The Chaovoratities Plane will die. That is certain," he said evenly. "And it will explode, releasing wondrous energies that will benefit all of us. However, due to its age and former might, even after its life essence is fully drained, it will linger."

A flicker of disappointment crossed the faces of the four Sovereigns, mirrored by other Lords and Legends watching from the void. They were hoping to see a phenomenon that would happen once in a generation, yet it seemed that they would not be so lucky.

Before doubt could fully take hold, another presence surged forward.

"There is no reason for such long faces," the Xas King’s voice echoed, reaching everybody across the void. "This is, in fact, good news."

Seeing that he had everybody’s attention, Vlad carried on with a wide smile.

"I understand your desire to draw in the nebulae of a world’s end," he said. "But I assure you—they are dangerous. Even in my ultimate form, I nearly died merely attempting to touch one."

A subtle tension rippled outward. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"If not for my immortal constitution," Vlad went on, "it would have taken decades—perhaps centuries—to recover."

Those words landed heavily.

The nebulae born from a dying world were breathtaking, rich with potential, capable of transforming and ascending Lords. But they were also lethally unstable. To make contact was to gamble one’s existence.

Vlad stood on equal footing with any of them when it came to battle power. He was immortal, capable of regenerating even from the destruction of his head or heart—something none of the others could claim. And yet even he had nearly been erased by the Death Nebula of the Zanis Homeworld.

The Chaovoratities Plane was far stronger.

Which meant its death would be far more dangerous.

Understanding dawned across the gathered powerful. Vlad nodded once, satisfied, and continued.

"The Chaovoratities Plane will die, and we will benefit from its power. Until then, you must seek opportunities to strengthen both body and soul. When the time comes, you will need every advantage to survive—and to claim what follows."

Small smiles appeared. Subtle nods were exchanged. What had first seemed disappointing news now revealed itself as a blessing in disguise. Time would not be a burden but a gift.

Vlad allowed the rising mood to settle before pressing on.

"The Vorometallicae Race is effectively finished," he said, his tone hardening. "Those few who manage to escape will find it nearly impossible to establish a foothold. And even if they do, once the news spreads, we will track them down and erase them."

The Sovereigns nodded in agreement, as any of them had the power to end the Lords that escaped. The threat that had united them—the Vorometallicae Race—was gone.

Yet as that realization settled, complicated expressions surfaced.

Their Alliance had been forged around a single purpose: the destruction of that race. Now that purpose was fulfilled. The question of what came next loomed unspoken among them.

Vlad answered it before anyone else could speak.

His aura expanded, heavy and solemn, drawing every gaze toward him.

"We have achieved something thought impossible," he said. "The end of one of the greatest threats the universe has ever known. I do not believe this is where we part."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in.

"First, we must remain together—to ensure no one gets ideas about claiming the corpse of the Chaovoratities Plane."

Brightkin, Orkin, Ankil, and Merlin exchanged glances before nodding.

They were powerful—but the remains of a supreme world would attract greed from across the cosmos. Entities far beyond their ability to deter would come seeking it. Alone, they could not secure such a prize.

However, there remained one significant problem with the Alliance now that there was no single, concrete enemy.

"Who would lead it?"

Emperor Brightkind asked the question without speaking, his solemn expression turning briefly toward the Xaos King and then the White Death. The reaction was shared by the rest of the powerful gathered there. If they remained together, they could support one another in new endeavors and shape the future of the universe itself.

Yet the imbalance was impossible to ignore.

One side was far more powerful than the others.

The Xaos Kingdom was, technically, a part of the Graecia Empire—and the Graecia Empire’s strength alone could rival that of all four Sovereigns combined, perhaps even surpass it. Under such conditions, an alliance of equals could easily devolve into a proxy ruled by Graecia’s will.

Vlad needed only a glance into their eyes to understand their concern.

But he had come prepared.

"For an alliance to endure," Vlad said, his voice steady, "trust and brotherhood must be forged, not assumed. We have taken a great step forward thanks to our fight together, but there is still a long road ahead before we can be certain that each of us would stand for the others when it truly matters—and that no one would place personal gain above the collective good."

Silence fell. Every gaze fixed upon him.

"For that reason," Vlad continued, "I propose that we begin with a foundational pact."

The quiet deepened, not in resistance, but in anticipation.

"Our initial endeavor will focus on two objectives," he said. "The first is commerce."

A faint ripple of interest passed through the void.

"We will establish a neutral ground—a place where all of us may trade, negotiate, and exchange resources freely. This will allow us to grow familiar with one another beyond the battlefield. And as many of you know, wealth reveals more about a person than war ever could."

Several heads nodded in agreement.

When power and money were involved, masks fell quickly. It became easy to see who sought only advantage, and who valued lasting, honorable accords.

"And the second?" the White Death asked, his voice measured but clearly intrigued.

Vlad’s gaze shifted toward him, a faint smile touching his lips.