Ascension of the Nephilim

The meeting of Kyros and his decision sparked a great change in the universe unseen to almost all living beings. Only the Gods and Fallen who were actively participating in the battle between Beginning and End could sense the changing future.

In the strange realm beyond all known reality...

Destiny could not see the locations of the Nephilim and the Steele family. The Spire of Darkness that the Shade Lord created to cover the entire region and give eyes to Destiny had been destroyed. And so, his watchful eyes had been removed from the land. The power of Fate was also constantly growing.

"What exactly is Fate planning?" Destiny could feel it. The power of Fate was now beginning to threaten him. 

"What did that Nephilim do? I don't understand." It was the first time that Destiny felt threatened. The surge that altered the future and the Days of the End created massive problems.

"Destiny... What happened? Are you losing?" A figure emerged behind him. It took the figure of a man but was made of a dull grey color.

"Apathos. Relax. This is but a minor setback." Destiny frowned.

"A minor setback? Is this what you call a minor setback?" Another figure appeared. It was a woman with a long, long hair of greenish color that had no end. 

"Thora's hair has grown twice as long. How can this be a minor setback? Unless you intervene or do something, the Days of the End will be delayed by a thousand millenniums." 

"I am working on it!" Destiny frowned.

"We shall see. If you fail, End will be forced to make us aid you. I grow tired of this battle and will make you pay should I be forced to intervene. You have to at least destroy whatever foundations are set least we will have to abandon the timeline we know." Apathos turned around and disappeared.

"I'm sure the others have sensed it but are not affected by the Nephilim's victory. But for Apathos and me, we have to make small changes to our plans. So you better do well, Destiny! I see that you are running out of pieces."

"It's only a temporary victory for the Nephilim. The Nephilim and his team will be forced to act now. They know that their enemies will regain power if they delay. But even if they attack, the Commanders I sent to be raised will be raised again. I already know the full strength they have and have taken into consideration their growth. I will win this. The Nephilim may survive, but his forces will be severely weakened!"

"Whatever. Never underestimate a woman's cunning and intuition. Just do this so that my powers won't be delayed again!" The woman cursed and disappeared.

Destiny turned back to see his chess pieces. Then, with his sight robbed of where the Nephilim and his forces are, he commanded the Cardinal to be on the defensive and resurrect the Commanders.

In the other end of this realm where Fate and Beginnings forces watched...

"I can't believe we survived that!" One of the Fallens exclaimed.

She had seen a hopeless situation, yet the losses they had were practically negligible. None of Hyperion's sons were killed. And even the Seeds of Fate did not die but somehow clung to life.

"Hahahaha! My son is such a genius!" A man laughed as he saw the events that transpired. The battle was hopeless, and even though Kyros decided not to save any of them, they were all still alive.

"That was quite a gamble, Fate. Did you plan this all?"

"Of course not! You know the power of Phronesy's son. How can we face That Which See's All of Time if we don't send something that we can predict? So this is what it means to be the Nephilim." Fate laughed.

"But we cannot be relaxed yet. The decision of Kyros has created a means to delay the Days of the End. But while a delay is a great victory, it can still easily be revoked once the forces of End abandon the timeline they know and alter the future points. End will definitely send more gods and fallen to get involved. And yet, we cannot interfere least we lose! And as for the Nephilim, a thousand victories can easily be thwarted by a single defeat! End and his allies can always change the future, and we have to outsmart all of it!" One of the gods reminded.

"My son knows what we are doing. Let's just see this show play out and prepare for our own battles when the Days of the End arrive." Fate said to all watching.

"Very well. I shall retreat now and continue my meditation to prepare for the last days. With the advantage we have and the delay, we have a great advantage for the battle to come." One of the gods decided.

Back in the strange world where the battle of the Middle took place...

A massive army of darkness had all gathered together in a single place. A pitch-black dome covered everything, and Cardinal was concentrating in the center. Shaman Commander Neteri was also concentrating. She had dispersed her Army of One form to assist in recalling the souls of the dead.

Nearby, Wyvern Commander Qara and the Shade Lord Commander continued to discuss. The Shade Lord had shrunk in size and only stood five meters tall as compared to his humungous form.

"So Dragon Commander Pyrestarter was the only one who has truly died. The rest can be resurrected." The Shade Lord observed.

"My late husband's soul was slain beyond the portal. And unlike Grendelor Commander Lucas and Skeleton Commander Faust, who seemed to have died with the same soul purging power of the Nephilim, their souls fell in this world. Lord Destiny's power managed to claim their souls."

"I still can't believe that they would dare to attack us. And now we are the ones that are holed up in this dark dome. How pitiful..." The Shade Lord grumbled as he touched his chest. There were still the wounds of the Temple attack.

"That Nephilim is quite good with his aim. He utilized that single beam with great precision, and even with my defenses that could equal Cardinals, it still managed to hurt me!"

"And so we must watch with careful eyes. These foes of ours will most likely use the Nephilim's ability to hide in the darkness and move as close as he can in this dome to disrupt the resurrection process."

"Indeed. The power that could even escape Eredus's eyes is too strange. How can this Nephilim command such darkness?" Qara recollected the scenes that Eredus had on his death which the Cardinal had projected for all to see. This was what made them create the dome to protect them.

"Since we cannot leave our forces outside as the Nephilim and his forces can either devour them or kill them and grow stronger, our option is to keep everyone nearby and shelter it with an impenetrable dome."

"Hmmm? They're here!" Qara noticed and gazed through the black dome.

A magic carpet approached. Two Champion mages, along with Martha and a lizardman, could be seen approaching.

Martha saw the dark dome.

"We're here. Let's begin. Champions, shoot!"