Life Before Becoming an Omniverse Entity-Chapter 90: Five years

Aldrian thought for a moment before replying,

"Okay. Tell her to come in."

Garrick bowed and swiftly walked toward the large doors, his footsteps echoing through the now eerily silent hall.

And Garrick opened the heavy metal doors of the training hall, their hinges creaking slightly under the weight, and called the Seer inside. His voice, despite his age, remained steady and clear.

"You can come in, Seer," he said, his tone calm yet commanding.

The Seer, who had been standing just outside the training hall, lost in deep thought, was suddenly jolted back to reality by Garrick's voice. Her mind had been clouded with contemplation, so much so that she hadn't even noticed the time passing. The moment she heard Garrick's familiar voice, she quickly gathered herself, took a deep breath, and hurriedly stepped through the open door into the hall.

The second she entered, her gaze instinctively swept across the grand hall, but the first sight that met her eyes was not the emperor standing in the center, nor the high ceilings adorned with banners of the empire. No—her focus was immediately drawn to the horrific mess of bodies that lay scattered behind the emperor. The once-proud warriors, who had stood strong just moments ago, were now reduced to nothing more than mangled remains. Blood pooled around them, staining the once-pristine stone floor, while pieces of shattered armor and broken weapons lay strewn about like discarded trash.

Her face twisted in visible disgust. Even though she had lived for decades, having witnessed countless battles where blood was spilled and bodies fell, this—this level of cruelty, this sheer brutality—was something she still found deeply unsettling. She had seen many things, but rarely had she seen such ruthless, one-sided carnage.

But what could she say? The one who had committed this act was none other than the emperor himself. Aldrian Valtheris, the ruler of the human empire, the strongest warrior among men, and a being who demanded absolute obedience. If she valued her life, if she wished to keep her head where it was, then she had to keep her mouth shut. No matter how revolted she felt, no matter how much she wanted to speak against such slaughter, she knew better than to voice her thoughts. Instead, she took a few moments to steady herself, breathing deeply to suppress the nausea rising within her.

Aldrian, who could easily read emotions from even the slightest expressions, didn't bother addressing her discomfort. He simply stared at her with his piercing black eyes, then spoke in an irritated tone.

"Oya, hurry up," he said, his voice carrying a hint of impatience. The blood of failures clung to his hands, and he had no desire to waste time in their presence any longer than necessary.

The Seer, realizing the emperor was growing impatient, quickly nodded her head. She had to push aside her feelings and focus on why she had come here.

"Yes, Your Majesty. This is related to the fates of the stars that I have been overseeing. Recently, something abnormal has happened—perhaps something beyond anything I have ever witnessed. I cannot even begin to compare this phenomenon to anything before," she spoke, her tone filled with urgency.

Aldrian, upon hearing the words "fates of the stars," immediately shifted his expression. The irritation faded, and his face became serious, his sharp gaze now fixed entirely on the Seer. His previous annoyance was now replaced with an intense focus.

"Hmm," he muttered before speaking again. "Continue."

The Seer, her wrinkled face tense with the weight of her message, took a deep breath before revealing the heart of the matter.

"Your Majesty, the star of the Dragon has died," she declared, her words falling like a heavy stone into the silent hall.

"Huh?" Both Aldrian and Garrick, who stood a little beside the Seer, reacted immediately.

"What do you mean?" Garrick asked before even the emperor could. "And if you mean what I think you do, should this not be a happy occasion?" He asked after seeing the restless Seer.

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The emperor, on the other hand, remained silent. His face, as usual, showed little emotion, but Garrick, who had served him for years, noticed the slight widening of his eyes—a rare reaction. However, Garrick chose not to comment on it, instead keeping his attention on the Seer.

"Indeed," the Seer replied. "It should have been a happy occasion for us... if only a new star had not come into existence immediately after the Dragon Star's death."

"What?" This time, even the emperor couldn't ignore the weight of those words. His expression flickered—surprise, confusion, and then caution.

"So, you're telling me," Aldrian spoke slowly, as if confirming what he had just heard, "that a new star was born the very moment the Dragon Star died?"

The Seer nodded.

"And it is unlike anything before, Your Majesty. This star shines the brightest. Brighter than any star—brighter than the Dragon, brighter than even the Calamity. It shines with such brilliance that it overshadows the Calamity Star itself," she explained, her voice carrying the weight of her discovery.

"Have you determined which race it belongs to?" the emperor asked.

"Unfortunately, Your Majesty, I have not," the Seer admitted, disappointment lacing her voice.

The emperor fell silent at her answer, contemplating the implications.

Garrick, who had also been thinking deeply, finally spoke up. "So, for you to say that this star was born the moment the Dragon Star died... does that mean it is connected to it? Or—is this new star the Dragon Star reborn?"

The Seer shook her head immediately. "No, that is impossible. I believe it was merely a coincidence that this star was born at that exact moment."

She said this with certainty, yet deep inside, even she wasn't sure. After all, in her entire lifetime, one thing had always remained absolute—fate. Destiny. These were unchangeable forces that dictated all things. To question that, to think something beyond fate had occurred, was too much for her to accept. And so, she had convinced herself that this was nothing more than an unlikely coincidence.

But Garrick, one of the sharpest minds in the empire, saw through her immediately. He could tell—she was in denial. She was having an existential crisis.

"I see," Garrick said, offering a slight smile. "Seer, thank you for the information. If you have other matters to attend to, you may leave."

The emperor remained silent, letting Garrick handle the situation.

The Seer, still lost in thought, simply nodded. She bowed to the emperor and then quickly left the hall, her mind still racing with questions.

Once she was gone, both Aldrian and Garrick watched her departure. A few moments passed before the emperor finally spoke.

"So, Garrick," Aldrian said, his tone firm. "What do you have to say about this?"

"Only one thing, Your Majesty," Garrick answered without hesitation. "That star is undoubtedly connected to the Dragon Star. And even if it is not, it would be foolish to ignore the possibility. We must be cautious rather than to be regretful later on."

The emperor nodded. "Indeed. It seems we cannot afford to waste any more time. Begin preparations for war against the Dragons. The war should start in five years."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Garrick said, bowing his head in acknowledgment.

With that, the emperor turned and left the hall to cleanse himself, while Garrick went to make the necessary preparations.

And so, the war that should have taken twelve years to begin was now set into motion in just five. Meanwhile, Renan and the rest of the Dragon Empire remained completely unaware of the storm that was about to descend upon them.