Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 734, Part 12: We! Every single one of us! Are made of stars~ - Bonus Chapter [15]

(Bonus chapter for the "5 Light-Years Per Second" brothers [1/5])
Diakum suggested that the warden wait a moment before going to the Holy Tomb of the Firstborn, saying that Zovar should give His brothers and sisters a chance to show their resolve.

The warden agreed.

But He did not wait long. Just hours after the Forge of the Underworld was moved, the leaders of the Oathsworn observed a violent energy explosion in the Tomb of the Firstborn.

The warden immediately realized that the Lord of War and the Queen of Winter had already gone inside.

His brothers and sisters actually "toughened up" this time, and they bravely and recklessly stepped into the place of their birth before Him, wanting to personally shatter the shackles imposed on them by the Firstborn.

Upon realizing this, the warden set off almost immediately.

He commanded his servants to use their dominion to seal the entrance to the Tomb of the Firstborn, preventing the relentless servants from attacking the place again. Then, he entered the temple left by the Creator alone.

Once inside, He discovered that Diakum, who had been missing for a while, had actually arrived earlier than Him!

The Watchers have traversed the Phantom Phosphorus Plains, which resembles a desert but has an exceptionally magical landscape, and are now heading towards the Creation Workshop area known as the "Foundation of Creation."

Because vehicles from the material world are not allowed here, Diakum somehow tamed a native giant stag from outside and rode it like an Eredar talbuk, advancing across the vast Phosphorus Plains, where various megalithic formations floated in the air.

When he arrived at the entrance to the ancient palace of the Foundation of Creation, he saw the warden emerging from the cipher teleporter left by the Firstborn.

Zovar looked at Diakum, who had jumped off the Prototype saddle, with a strange expression, and said:
"Why not use a teleporter? There's such a huge teleporter right at the entrance, didn't you see it? Or are you saying that at a time like this, you're still in the mood to appreciate the 'scenery' here?"

"Do you think I don't want to? But it's obviously something only you can use, and compared to reaching the destination, not missing any scenery is indeed my life motto. It's a pity there's no fishpond here, otherwise I could cast a couple of lines in the palace of the Firstborn and get a glorious achievement or something."

Diakum shrugged, then said seriously:

"Queen Azshara has unlocked the secret of the harmony of all things."

They will restart the control consoles in the central sector of Zaremotis, and then come here to use the main control device of the Tomb of the Firstborn to disrupt the perfect resonance of the land by interrupting the 'Chorus of the Firstborn'.

Once the resonance is disrupted, Zaremotis will lose its initial centripetal force and collapse.

This plane, which exists outside of any physical laws, will also collapse, and the 'Source Point' used by the Firstborn to shape the Shadowlands will perish forever.

That arrogant queen of the mortal world always manages to come up with a useful solution when it matters, right?

"She has the potential to become a god."

Zoval offered a very fair assessment:

"All the Forces would embrace her; what you can do, she can do too. Unfortunately, there are no perfect beings in this world, so fate dealt her a bad hand, making her, with her stubborn nature, suffer many hardships."

But now that ordinary people outside have taken action, it's time for us to get on with our work.

follow me!
Passing through the foundation stone of creation, one arrives at the grand vision of the First Ones, where the power to reshape reality is hidden.

Aren't you going to help them?

Diakum looked towards the "Eternals Manufacturing Workshop," where a violent explosion was erupting. He said:
"The Lord of War and the Queen of Winter made up their minds, but they had to face an Eternal Prototype twice their size. Even with Lady Elune's protection, it would be difficult for them to win on the other side's home turf."

They need you.

“They have their determination, and I have my work to do.”

The warden had no intention of helping.

He seemed to be ready to wait no longer, but just as He took his first step, a portal lit up behind Diakum.

This is no ordinary portal. Its spellcasting form closely resembles the special door formed by geometric resonance when the Gate of Zaremotis opens. It is clearly the great power wielded by a spellcaster who has mastered the power of the Firstborn Cipher.

The astral mage Medivh emerged from it carrying a very peculiar geometric response device.

He was sent by the Queen to install this device on the main control system of the Tomb of the Firstborn, so that the Tomb and the main body of the Zaremotis would resonate in harmony, ensuring that the Tomb and Zaremotis would collapse and be destroyed at the same time.

Medivh arrived just in time.

Seeing that the warden had no intention of helping his brothers and sisters, Medivh looked at the Watcher, who nodded to him. Then, the Astral Mage spoke aloud:

"You still owe us a 'request,' you haven't forgotten, have you?"

"Ok?"

Zovar stopped and turned back to look at the two people behind him with a sinister gaze.

Medivh was not afraid of the "true god" before him. After all, he was someone who had been chatting and laughing with Sargeras for decades, and he had a firm grasp on willpower.

Holding the resonant device, he solemnly addressed the warden:

"We're about to state our condition. We require you to immediately go to the Eternals production workshop to help your brothers and sisters defeat those prototypes!"
You yearn to reshape reality and fulfill everyone's expectations of order, peace, and happiness. Why not, before that, fulfill the desires of your brothers and sisters?

"Why should I do that?"

Zovar scolded:

“When I rebelled, they chose to stand by! After I failed, they banished me and denounced me as a thug and an ambitious man. Now, they also realize that destiny is a shackle used to oppress them.”
They realized I was right, however…

"You're not going to tell me that they never even said 'sorry' to you, so you just watched them die in their birthplace and let those prototypes, whose minds are full of loyalty to the First Ones, take their place in their identity, honor, and duty?"

Diakum drawled out:
"Are you such a cruel god?"

Zovar, can you convince yourself with this reason?
Don't think that just because you're wearing a helmet, we can't hear your satisfaction.

They may not allow you to reshape reality, but at least when you rebelled against the Firstborn, your brothers and sisters ultimately stood on the side of this great cause.

If you fail
Shouldn't the Shadowlands still be led and advanced by them?

So here's the question: Given the possibility of your defeat and death, do you believe that your brothers and sisters can protect this land of the dead after you're gone, or do you believe that the servants of the gods and their divine mandate continue to govern this place—that is the right path?

"boom"

The warden's Primal Arbiter Warhammer slammed down in front of Diakum and Medivh, shattering the hexagonal golden bricks.

He seemed genuinely angry.

He was furious that he was only one step away from his final goal, yet he still had to spare energy to fulfill responsibilities that he shouldn't have had to bear in the first place.

However, He is a God who keeps His promises, and He could find no reason to refute Diakum's statement.

It is indeed possible that I could lose to the vigilant.

After its own defeat, the Shadowlands must continue its journey, and at that time, the question of who will lead the Force of Death will become the most important one.

Would He want to see His own efforts to resist the now-shaking destiny return to a state of binding all things?

Do not!
Never allowed.

"Sharp-tongued! Meddling in other people's business!"

Zovar cursed.

This is somewhat inconsistent with His consistent image as a philosopher.

But after cursing, Zovar grabbed the hideous skull warhammer and strode toward the Eternal Prototype Creation Workshop.

Watching His departing figure, Medivh let out a strange laugh.

The lich whispered:
"I suspect that beneath that heavy helmet, Lord Zovar is smiling. You have found Him an opportunity to persuade Him to 'reconcile' with the past, even if it is not enough to make Him abandon His terrible plan to reshape reality."

"Yes, the Eternals of the Shadowlands are all so mentally drained that it's astonishing. They could have united to accomplish something even greater."

Diakum shrugged, glanced at Medivh and the hexagonal resonator in his hand, and said:
"What wishes did you all make at the Creation Platform?" "I created a seed."

Medivh raised his hand, letting a vibrant green seed appear in his palm.

他 说:

"Once I consume this seed, I can reverse life and death, returning to the form of a living being. This is the only thing I desire, but I will only consume it without pressure after I am certain that I have atoned for all my sins."

The dual-world traveler crafted a star staff for himself.

It can be used to communicate with the Ruthless Kalecgos and guide the Star Soul, and it can also be used to create a divine body for the Ruthless within the Kalecgos.

However, how should I put it, the Dual Realm Traveler gained a lot from the previous harmony of all things?

This is very dangerous knowledge!

It can learn how to manipulate all things from the knowledge of the First Ones who shaped them, much like the Warden's power of domination, but this manipulation transcends the limitations of the Force.

If a dual-realm traveler were to use this power for evil, it could absolutely unleash a cosmic-scale catastrophe.

"But you'll be watching it, my friend."

Diakum wasn't worried about the future of the Twin Walkers. As he and Medivh headed towards the golden palace of the Foundation of Creation, he asked:
"What about the rest? What wish did our queen make?"

"Queen Azshara did not make a wish; she said she wanted to preserve that wish, but I have a rough idea of ​​what the Queen wants to do."

Medivh chuckled and said:
"She is racking her brains to circumvent her agreement with you and find a way to bring the Creation Platform back to the material world. At this moment, the 'queen' part of her personality takes over."

She stubbornly believed that only such a treasure was worthy of her supreme status, and only such a treasure hidden in the palace's treasury could reflect her nobility and the eternal glory of the Elven Empire.

But I suspect the Queen also intends to offer this treasure to her mother, in order to make up for the terrible suffering her past recklessness brought to her mother, Azeroth.

Actually, I think that given Azeroth's status as the 'center of the starry sea,' and the majesty of the celestial body that bears the supreme star soul, having a platform for the creation of all things as a treasure adorning it is quite fitting.

Diakum did not answer.

He knew it was a test, but he didn't want to show any obvious preference in such matters.

Anyway, his request is there.

Azshara cannot risk "awakening the Firstborn" by taking away what exists in Zaremotis. As for whether the Queen can find a way to circumvent this restriction, that is Azshara's own problem.

"Finally, it's Winnie Narley."

Medivh said:

“Wayne Nali used the Netherworld as a model and mysteriously completed the wishing ritual. I don’t know what she created, but that broker is a very cunning soul, so I’ll assume that she must have seized the opportunity and created something amazing.”

However, it should also be related to their star soul 'The Ruthless' Kalecsh.

It must be said that although these ethereal beings and spirit brokers are cunning and ruthless, their feelings for their homeland are just as complex and profound as those of you Eredar people towards Lord Argus.
Did you hear any static?

The astral mage suddenly stopped, looking around warily. In the empty golden palace, he said suspiciously:

"It seems like some device has been activated."

"Hmm, a unique soul, shining with a cosmic brilliance that doesn't belong to you, how interesting."

The unfamiliar voice replaced Diakum's response, sending chills down Medivh's spine.

Just like encountering a ghost story, it flashed away in an instant, but when it landed, the surrounding scenery had already been stripped away as if the illusion had been removed, revealing the true face of this palace of the Firstborn.

A laboratory!

To be precise, it is a cosmic laboratory that contains samples of all known organisms in the world, scattered around the periphery according to a special classification method.

The black obelisks stood all around, weaving illusions of many wondrous creatures amidst the shimmering and resonating light of the universe. These illusions were like floating shadows, seemingly only needing to be infused with some energy to bring them into reality.

Medivh realized he had become a "test subject," and the test subject was right in front of him!
That was a standard creation of the First Ones.

Roughly carved from discontinuous stones into a human form, with golden energy balls tumbling around the waist, while the upper body is meticulously adorned with exaggerated golden shoulder guards and an elaborate crown of creation.

Within the golden bull-horn crown lies a unique and complex structure, resembling a cosmic celestial body, signifying the extraordinary nature of this creation.

It has a self!

This alone proves his noble status in the creation system of the First Creators.

As Medivh looked at it, this creature was also watching Medivh, having discovered a soul that shone with cosmic radiance, as it had just said.

“Hello, outsider, my name is ‘Lishwim’, the ‘Chief Creator’ created and appointed by the First Ones.”

This strangely shaped primordial being spoke in the rhythmic "Yuanzun Language":

"I should have maintained my lab relocation so that I and my research could escape this impending 'destruction,' but I was too curious."

Your soul's radiance
That radiance belongs to the immortal souls of the universe, so why would it appear on a mortal like you?
You must have had an amazing experience. Can you satisfy my curiosity?

This guy even made a "rubbing hands" gesture, indicating that he was really interested in Medivh. He earnestly said:
“If you are willing to share, I can quickly perform a ‘surgery’ for you to completely strip these cosmic lights from your soul. You should be able to understand that if you cannot get rid of ‘His’ influence, you will never be able to reach any destination you want in this life.”

"Can you do it?"

Medivh asked:
"Don't you care about our act of 'rebelling against fate'?"

"Hmm, why should I care about that?"

Chief Creator Rishwim uttered a questioning sound, saying:
"'Destiny' is merely a small project attached to the grand plan created by the Firstborn, called 'Shadowlands.' It is experimental in nature, with dedicated members responsible for observing and recording all data and feedback from the 'Destiny Project.'"

The final outcome of this project has nothing to do with me.

I have not been granted the relevant permissions.

My only responsibility is to design and create entirely new life forms, and then smoothly integrate them into the great cycle of life and death in a way that aligns with our understanding. This is the duty entrusted to me by the First Creator, and my duty is far from over.

"Is that so?"

Medivh breathed a sigh of relief.

他 说:

"So, you'll move your laboratory away from here before the Tomb of the Firstborn is destroyed? Where will it be? Another Tomb of the Firstborn? So, how many Tombs of the Firstborn are there in the Sea of ​​Matter and the Six Realms?"

"You talk too much, mortal."

The chief creator said with dissatisfaction:
"If you want my answer, you have to answer my question: Do you want to preserve this cosmic radiance, or do you want me to perform this surgery for you? This sample is really intriguing."

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"Anser, you're finally back."

In different phases of the same region, Diakum looked at the chief architect Lishwim before him, who addressed him with a unique title:

"Come here quickly! Let me see the changes in the first prototype I designed myself according to the exaggerated demands of the First Creator. Hmm, you seem quite different from before. Where has your incomparably dazzling cosmic radiance gone?"

Did you lose it?

Ps:

Chief Creator Rishwim:
(End of this chapter)