Orion floated in the sky as if he were the very center of gravity of the world.
Around him, the sky seemed clearer, more vivid.
There was no wind at that altitude, just the gentle vibration of the atmosphere bending in respect. Gravity itself hesitated to reach out to him, as if it understood the magnitude of his existence.
Immobile, contemplative, Orion absorbed everything.
The universe whispered to him.
He listened.
There, above everything and everyone, there was no hurry - only decision. Eternity had no urgency.
Below, a mountain range of colossal dimensions stretched as far as the eye could see - wild, ancient, untouched. Mountains rose proudly, as if bearing the shoulders of sleeping titans.
Trees tens of meters tall covered hillsides and valleys, trunks covered in golden moss, leaves pulsing with vital energy. Every inch of the forest seemed alive. Not just in the ordinary sense - but conscious. Ancestral.
It was a land that belonged to no map, no empire, no lineage.
A territory where even the most powerful would hesitate to tread. And yet, in that instant, it was as if this territory was... waiting.
Orion felt the call.
He understood everything. His new body, his new mind, were attuned to the very code of creation.
With his eyes ajar, like someone contemplating a distant memory, he murmured: "A place like this... doesn't exist by chance"
His ice-blue eyes glittered, penetrating the layers of the world.
Between the roots of the mountains, he saw the energy lines that sustained the continent. Primitive channels of essence. Streams of hidden power flowed like rivers of light beneath the earth. A spiritual artery of the planet.
"Perfect"
With a slight wave of his hand, the space in front of him curved slightly.
Orion closed his eyes for a moment. Memories of ancient Celestia - trenches, sacrifices, lost cities - came and went like storm clouds. The past no longer defined him, but shaped him.
There, in front of the wild expanse, a new word was born on his lips: "Empire"
And then the transformation began.
Orion descended slowly, floating to a specific point in the center of the mountain range. His feet didn't touch the ground, but his presence marked him forever. He held out his hand, like a painter in front of a blank canvas, and murmured.
"Of destruction..." The planet replied.
The ground shook, mountains shuddered, their foundations roaring like wounded beasts. Millennia-old trees dissolved into golden particles, fading like stardust. The forest, once untouchable, was now being offered to Orion's supreme will. Every particle that disappeared returned to the planet's essential flow, without pain, without violence. It was an offering to creation.
Below him, an absolute vacuum was forming. A vast, bare terrain, like the first surface of a newborn world.
Orion lowered his hand. His voice, laden with the authority of one who has transcended time and form, rang out clearly.
"...comes creation"
『Building the Empire...』
『3...』『2...』『1...』 Silence.
And then, light.
From the void, buildings were born.
The ground shook slightly as matter bent to the will of its creator. Blocks of solid energy rose from the depths, molding themselves into impossibly beautiful structures. Each column, each wall, emerged with unwavering precision.
In the center, an immense palace took shape, so high that it touched the clouds. Its towers spiraled towards the heavens like spears of golden light. The walls were made of living gold, pulsing with energy, intertwined with crystals that captured the sunlight and returned it like dancing rainbows.
There would be Orion's throne. There his divine will would resound.
Around the palace, avenues sprang up, traced with precise lines like cosmic veins. Temples rose up, each dedicated to an aspect of the laws of the universe: time, space, matter, spirit, essence. Dimensional portals glowed at the intersections, waiting to connect with future worlds.
Colossal arenas appeared on the horizon - domes of pure cosmic diamond, where the echo of eternal battles was already whispering through the corridors. The dust had barely settled, but fate had already anointed them with the blood of legends yet to be born.
The streets, made of a black mineral with veins of silver and blue, seemed to pulsate. They were conduits of primordial energy, carrying more than travelers: they carried meaning.
And at specific points, library towers rose like sentinels of knowledge. Ancient manuscripts, parchments from forgotten realities, techniques created by extinct civilizations - everything was there, imprinted on the fabric of reality.
Statues stood at the crossroads, representing heroes who had not yet been born.
And above it all, there was a single star. It shone directly over the palace. It was no ordinary star - it was the spiritual core of the Empire. An infinite source of cosmic energy, a sun that would never go out. Orion didn't just create buildings. He created an idea. He created purpose.
And as he contemplated his work, the heavens fell silent.
『DING』
『Eternal Empire Subsystem created』 A panel appeared before his eyes. Details flowed like divine data.
But at that moment, Orion didn't touch the panel, he just watched and smiled.
The golden light reflected off his scarlet hair as he hovered silently over his creation.
Orion remained suspended in the air, enveloped in sacred silence.
The vastness of the newborn empire stretched out below - a colossus of structure and purpose, every detail a reflection of his mind. The domes of the palace shone with the brilliance of a perpetual sun, and the aura about the city was one of absolute reverence, even before a single being inhabited it.
The breeze there was unusual. Every breath of wind seemed to whisper the name of Orion. He floated slowly over the main cosmic avenue. The energy below vibrated in response, as if the Empire recognized its creator.
As he passed the immortal academies, their foundations vibrated. They had been shaped not only to train the body and cultivation, but to forge will. The meditation rooms were unfathomable. Some connected directly to the primordial vacuum - where time and form did not exist. A cultivator who dared to meditate there would have his limits broken... or his mind fragmented. It was a place that rewarded audacity - and punished hesitation.
Orion paused for a moment above the academy's main dome, his gaze contemplative. His gaze was contemplative, as if his mind was going through a thousand future scenarios, a thousand variations of destiny that would start from there.
"Here... the heirs of the laws will be born. The masters of tomorrow. The kings of tomorrow. The gods of the afterlife"
His gaze shifted to the north, where immense library towers touched the horizon. Inside them, manuscripts not written by human hands lined up on shelves of celestial obsidian. It was as if the cosmos itself had recorded its mysteries on the living walls of those towers. There was no dust. There was no silence, only knowledge, pulsating. The constant vibration of universal laws in the form of words.
He approached one of these towers and the entrance, guarded by two golems of light, opened softly before him.
Orion hovered in front of the threshold, feeling the wisdom transcend existence itself. It wasn't time to enter. Not yet. The towers were ready, but the readers had not yet been born.
He turned to the south, where the real proving ground stretched out: the Eternal Battlefields. Circular arenas, as huge as craters, formed an interconnected chain. Each one had a different climate, gravity and rules. Some were connected to elemental planes; others to zones of chaos, where natural laws deliberately failed, requiring extreme adaptation.
At the center of each arena floated a core of black or golden energy - fragments extracted by Orion from black holes or collapsed stars, sources so ancient they had no name. It was there that the greatest cultivators would be forged - not just in strength, but in essence.
"It will be in this soil that true kings will fall..." "...and where true kings will be born"
He lowered his eyes to the streets - now stretching for miles, designed like cosmic mandalas. Sacred symbols were embedded in them, visible only to those who reached a certain level of perception. Each intersection had its own vibration. Each square had a distinct aura. The paths were more than just routes - they were trails of enlightenment, leading not just the body, but the spirit, to a point of transformation and transcendence. Even the wind seemed disciplined there, bowing to the sacred geometries carved into the floors.
And there, in the center of the main squares, the statues of the Unborn Heroes: unknown but inevitable figures. Created based on the possibilities of the future. They didn't represent the past - they represented destiny.
Orion stopped in front of one of them, a warrior in broken armor, holding a spear with an ancient dragon engraved on it. His face was veiled in shadows, as if his identity could only be revealed at the right moment in history.
"The possibility will become real"
"All those names, those shapes... will still be born. Here. Under my eyes"
He floated back up to the top of the Palace. From up there, he saw everything: academies, arenas, portals, libraries, streets. A living organism. A divine symbol. An eternal kingdom.
『DING』
『Empire management panel available』『Do you wish to name the foundations of power?』 Orion crossed his arms, thoughtful. "The basis of everything will be Balance"
He named the four pillars of the Empire:
●Immortal Wisdom - stored in the cosmic libraries
●Unbreakable Will - forged in the academies and on the battlefields
●Divine Ascension - through the dimensional portals.
●Eternal Truth - sealed in the Throne Halls The words engraved themselves into the very essence of the Empire. With that, not only the structures were named - but also the laws that would govern everything there. The tests, the trials, the teachings and the rewards would obey those foundations.
Orion then stretched out his hand.
Four pillars of light shot into the sky, each representing one of the foundations. As they passed through the clouds, they broke through the layers of space, creating visible marks in the fabric of the cosmos.
From then on, every sentient being in the multiverse could feel it: something had been born. Something undeniable. A spiritual center of gravity. An inevitable point of convergence.
Orion lowered his arm and remained silent. His ice-blue eyes stared at the sky one last time before closing. "Let the worthy come"
And then he disappeared like dust in the wind.