The Sun - Lord of Mysteries (fanfiction) - Chapter 152: The Dance of the Sun and Moon

The singularity fell into the obscurity of time. The broken reality was restored, the crakes vanishing and disappearing. The Astral World returned to serenity, as if the war of the gods never happened. And everything was mere illusion.

But the illusion was shattered by the rise of a colossal golden luminescence tree, dwarfing everything and everyone. Its roots spread to the deepest parts of the fabric of reality, and its branches extend toward the barrier. A golden ring surrounded it, encompassing the entire luminescence tree within it.

It was the ultimate form of the Combined Order of Aucuses and Trunsoest, the Elden Tree.

The Night Emperor, Trunsoest, floated in front of the Elden Tree. His demeanour and countenance had completely changed, becoming indifferent and unequivocal. He exuded authority and strictness.

His eyes were blindfolded by the auric cloth, shimmering with esoteric rules and laws, while he held an inverse golden scale in his hand and a silver sword in another. A divine golden halo sparkled behind his head.

Trunsoest walked towards Solomon, each step causing a ripple in reality, which spread out, shimmering the fabric of reality like a lake.

Solomon calmed down. His heart was steeled for the final battle. He realised this was it.

Trunsoest and him. Order and Disorder. In the end, only one will prevail. His heart suddenly settled down in absolute calmness.

He narrowed his eyes at his divine figure of Trunsoest.

“Trunsoest. You really have come so far. From a scrawny kid to an all-powerful god. The epics of heroes pale in comparison to you.”

“You overpraise me.” Trunsoest smiled, his walk turning into a stride. “I am still the same scrawny kid in many ways.”

“Oh.” Solomon sneered. “That does explains a lot. You are still a pawn, Trunsoest. Before to me, now to Aucuses. The strings are still there. You know it too, don’t you.”

He pointed to the Elder Tree behind Trunsoest. For this, Trunsoest just chuckled and shook his head, speaking indifferently.

“I am nobody’s pawn. It was always my choice and decision. It was my path no matter what. I forged through it with blood, sweat, and tears. I’ve regretted some in the past. But now, standing before you, I don’t anymore.” Trunoest raised the inverse scale as he finally stopped before Solomon. “The end is nigh. Only one of us shall prevail.”

Solomon raised his black spectre, proclaiming loudly. “Come on, Trunsoest. It’s indeed time to end it once and for all.”

Boom!

The golden scale and black spectre erupted with the authority of order and disorder. With a loud metaphysical BOOM! Everything around Black Emperor and Night Emperor was thrown into oblivion, leaving them in what appeared to be endless darkness.

Trunsoest and Solomon faced each other. Their mighty figures loomed in the endless darkness. With a resounding cling, the reality around them altered, revealing a distorted empire and an orderly utopia.

It was their divine kingdom. It was their dream. It was their manifestation of their authority. The ultimate embodiment of order and disorder, they pitted everything against each other. The authorities of Order and Disorder clashed. The divine kingdoms collided. Pandemonium erupted, glitching reality at a phenomenal rate.

With each glitch, reality altered, sometimes showing the twisted empire, sometimes an orderly utopia, sometimes something completely different, horrifying and harrowing.

The rules and concepts were twisted across reality before being erased and restored by order. Every law or concept mattered and affected. They were woven and distorted, erased and annihilated.

The battle continued on and on. Again and again. The Order and Disorder confronted each other in a war beyond mortal comprehension.

In the midst of the ever-changing reality, Solomon and Trunsoest stood, their eyes fixed on each other. The war raged on in the realms beyond.

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Meanwhile, in the astral world, the colossal white tower that sealed a mighty being within it was shaded laurel black. Wriggling flesh began to infest the black tower, leaking thick water out of them.

A crack appeared finally appeared in the black tower, instantly spreading like a cow-web across the tower.

Boom!

The colossal tower collapsed on itself. The mighty hanged man rose with massive waves of black water large enough to submerge planets rolled out with his accent; but something stood in its way; a hooded old man with a white book that was opened, pages flipped on their own. A myriad of pictures of wonders and miracles were recorded in it.

“Traitor!” A mighty voice boomed out from within the black ocean, as the shadow of the hanged man appeared in the centre of it all. “You dare to appear to appear in front of me! It seems the passage of time has finally given the pathetic you a little courage, the Dragon of Betrayal!”

Herabergan seemed unfazed. He calmly walked towards the coming gigantic waves. He was too small in comparison to its size, almost like a speck of dust, but his divine aura dwarfed everything. For a moment, it looked as though the old man was carrying the entire world within his arms rather than just a book.

“There is no need for these useless jests.” The rolling pages in his book came to a halt, revealing a picture of the night sky dotted with innumerable sparkles. Something was different with the night. There was no crimson moon, but a silver disc of the moon burning brightly in platinum flames. “This is war, Sasrir.”

The silver moon in the picture gleamed brightly, turning corporeal. Then, it emerged from the ominiscent book, emitting an aura of purity. It was shrouded in the fog of history.

After countless millennia, the silver moon graced reality again, splashing its long extinguished silver moonlight, which seemed to burn like platinum flames, upon the hanged man.

Under the illumination of the moonlight, everything that was filth was purged in absolute purity. The black ocean dissolved into nothingness, while the figure of a hanged man had silver crakes, breaking him in a sheen of argent flames of the moon.

The hanged man’s black eye gazed deeply at the rising silver moon, before he opened his mouth and declared, his voice still carrying might and power, booming across the astral world,

“Sun!” A blinding sun emerged. It wasn’t gold or white, but complete laurel black, emitting an aura of degeneration, corrupting everything illuminated by its black light.

The black sun rose high with the silver moon, facing each other in a battle of dominance. The platinum-silver flames collided with black shimmering veils. Purity and degeneration clashed in the Astral World.

It was the dance of the sun and moon.

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On the other side of the battlefield, Badhiel swung his twilight sword, shattering reality and sending Alitsa flying across the astral world.

Alitsa Tudor stood up, charging at the sunset giant for another round, his eyes unrelenting. Crimson streaks of fire exploded with each of his footstep.

However, his unrelenting stride stopped, looking ahead, his mad eyes turning solemn and resolute.

With a burst of light, Aucuses and Lilith descended near Badhiel, standing with the sunset giant. Their mighty auras combined, sweeping towards him and falling on his shoulders, quivering him.

Aucuses walked forward, his spear in hand. “It is time to end your ridiculous story, Alitsa Tudor.”

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