Infinite Void Prologue: Chapter VII

A PLAY OF CARICATURE

Kalory, though seeming to be quite disappointed with his recent relatively polite conversation with Yiist, marches his legs towards to the playgrounds of the city. There he observes his environment carefully for just a second- observing how all the people discuss rowdy , yet convincing traditions, before moving along to the outskirts of the city to relax himself from all the objectives that had been done for the day. 

“Damn, was I wrong in informing him of those remnants? What if that’s where he tries to get his assignment next? Well, that’s not going to be possible till he gets released from on-call suspension release.” Kalory thought to himself. 

“Sir Kalory.” Said a bystander. 

“Who is it that speaks?” Asked Kalory. 

“1st Division Captain of The Emerald City Knights, Jack Er’Miga.” Responded the Captain of the 1st division. 

There stood another one of the typical dogs of the Empire, residing in a different region. Standing only about half a feet shorter than the Celestial Knight, and dressed in all blue wrapped around a fake-plate of gold covering the entire torso from the front, all the way to the back. This look of his only suited that of a fairly raised raisin of the City thriving with unlimited amounts of Emerald, put in place eons ago by the Hizblair Star Of Destruction. 

“Oh, quite a pleasure to have you standing here. What is it that brings an Emamma here ?” Commented Kalory. 

“Just some mere message or should I say.. ‘request’ to ask of you.” Said Jack. 

“Spit all the stars out, then.” Said Kalory. 

“I have no business to be done with the Fleet, but they require immediate aid for keeping the outpost of the Eastern Colony of Jazaria intact.” 

“Why would you need my assistance for this sort of mere task? Isn’t it the objective of your own established fleet to not have anyone else meddle in their affairs?” Asked Kalory. 

“If it really were that easy, I wouldn’t be standing before a typically chosen giant of a Celestial Knight, asking for this simple request, Sir Kalory.” Replied Jack. 

“Hehe, you got big tone, Jack. I’ll give you that. I’ll deal with your fleet trying to suck its own pacifier, but first tell me who are you even going against.” Said Kalory. 

“Of course, it is none other than the Vasuntarian Empire attacking the outpost.” Said Jack.

“Wait, why would they be attacking a colony of ours at this moment, when we’re trying to corner them on their end?” Asked Kalory. 

“I have barely any intel on that, I’m afraid. We just need to make sure that outpost doesn’t fall.” Said Jack. 

“I’ll be on terms to provide you aid with this attack; however, you are to give back a reward which would be one of your best space-cruisers.” Said Kalory.

“Covenant made.” Said Jack. 

A mystery upon mysteries, Emerald City barely held its own nation in the preceding history. After being held as a commonwealth of The Olivian Empire, it wasn’t really that shortly after that it became an official city of The Empire. It still has its own distinct troops, economy, ruler, and fleet; however, seeks for aid at dire times. 

Albeit, they’re not recognized by the outsiders as a separate entity, they themselves somewhat consider themselves to be separate from The Empire. Would it really be ironic to ask for help? Maybe, but it’s an irony from both sides pertaining to scorny political and territorial affiliations. 

Irony may come in all forms, but when it’s about standing between the deception of your enemy,  and your own, is when that irony no longer remains a constant irony, but a reality established by both entities. 

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“Are we that ignorant or what?” Ironically asked Senator Defrcof Quaig, representing the The North Eastern Quarter Of The Cluster known as “Jiagrotophisia”, the very part in which the solar system of Oliviath resides in. 

“You’ll remain calm, or we’ll deal with this a new fashioned way, Quaig. Learn to be not a big narcissistic child.” Replied Senator Turwag Xerox, representing the South Eastern Quarter of The Cluster. 

“Watch your mouth, TURWAG! You’re always interrupting me in such conversations pertaining to my end, and making fallible comments on it.” Said angrily Senator Quaig. 

“What else do you expect me to do? Stand by here and pretend as if nothing ever happened? Please, don’t give me any such nonsense. One of your babies is at war with a civilization that probably can unveil the secret doctrines of civilizations that probably your stomach can’t even bear to digest. You should be at least as fortunate that the council didn’t put your tongue cut out of existen-“ Said an angry Xerox before getting interrupted. 

“Can you two little creatures actually get out of this room, please ? This is a council, not a daycare centre. If you two want to argue further, you’re free to do so with the consequence of impeachment from the council. Sometimes, I think that maybe Chancellor Oatsh probably wasn’t wise enough to pick candidates. He’s always so eager to slack off his musty tidy rug. ” Stopped the argument and commented, Vice Chancellor Roug Harfors. 

“ With all respect, your excellence, I must intervene and say that something really must be done with this current situation. It’s good that we didn’t assist The Olivians with their war, but we still must make measure to act for a neutral cause.”  Said Senator Garga Riberoy. 

“We’ll deal with that situation shortly, Senator Riberoy, but for now, let’s keep these two children out of the discussion. I’ll ask Chancellor Oatsh for a settled resolution in the following days for this unfortunate predicament”  Replied Harfors. 

The council is not really at its best course, especially when it selects candidates that have barely matured past their mental cognition. For them to settle all of this matter between wars and stability is indeed quite coarsely harsh and rapidly frustrating for everyone in the council, and the Cluster as a whole. 

The Olivian Emperor, prideful of his own Empire, never stands up to decisions proposed other than his own , and has quite a lack of empathy for any other civilization within the galaxy and the Cluster. A dwarf he stands to be, but his head is harder than the sizes of his Elite Celestial Knights. 

At the peak of the controversy in the council, all stands still, and the two heated Senators are at Rehab Colony, suspended for about two months. In their absence, interim representatives were selected by the Vice Chancellor, while the Chancellor himself kept enjoying his hibernation in oblivion. 

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“General ! I’ve managed to convince Sir Kalory to aid us in such dismay.” Said Jack. 

“Excellent, even if we can’t ever get much aid from The Empire, at least we can rely on their Celestial Knights.” Said The General. 

“I’m not so sure, they seem stubborn and greedy for satisfaction and reward, if you ask me.” Commented Jack.

“Isn’t that how we all are, though? Jack, relax, and just learn to observe your environment as it is. Nothing comes to satisfy the brink of expectation.” Said The General. 

“Maybe you’re right. Is there anything else that I shall acquire for this rendezvous mission?” Asked Jack.

“That shall be all. Have your division dispatched. I’ll have the 6th and 9th Division to be dispatched at that location as well.” Said The General.

“Understood. Jack Out !” .

Infinite Void Prologue: Chapter VI

 CHAPTER VI      Gialsalvior

“Come before your thoughts, Yiist.” 

“Come forth and beyond your rebellion.” 

“Alright, you can shut your annoying tongue already, Kalory. I don’t need a repetitive, typical lecture from you.” Said Yiist in annoyance to his fellow Celestial Knight, Kalory. 

“Should I laugh at the fact that you’re annoyed, or should I tease you further in order to know what you’re really thinking inside that feeble imagination of yours?” Asked Kalory further in order to exploit Yiist in a humorous manner. 

“None of your concern, just get lost and keep sucking on your teeth. What my imagination holds is only my concern, so you don’t have any necessary rights towards labelling me with such crude and inane questions.” Said Yiist, yet again in irritation. 

“Actually, you’re quite wrong there, my fellow dear Celestial Knight. It’s for within beings like us that holds the key to a collective and individualistic property that radiates an infinite loop hole.” 

Kalory Jimbaig, has a sense of humor towards tormenting and teasing his friends and fellow squad mates, but has a high thirst and passion for archaeology and philosophy at certain points. Albeit, he might not know a lot about everything pertaining  around Oliviath, he still manages to sometimes dig up some anomalies from certain sites around The Cluster. It’s indeed a Celestial Knight’s job to emphasize their duties on research and classifying historical & mystical anomalies ; albeit, they don’t hold too much of a belief towards the existence and use of Higher Magic - nevertheless,they  still see a much bigger picture when it’s advocated within historical and primitive artifacts. 

“There you are with your philosophy, always using it in the most tangent cases like now. What is even your problem with me? I’ve been banished of my powers until further notice solely because I questioned authority to The Emperor himself, and then you are here now trying to pick a sand off a river.”

Yiist isn’t in the best situation after such a glorious discussion with the Emperor, costing him the ability to fight and move etherically. To make things worse, it means no more grants or souvenirs to obtain from neighboring galaxies, which puts him in a state of mere boredom and some nitpickety pocketry.  

“You’ve been having a lot of grandiose time, I see. For once, I’ll just amaze your head with something you’re not aware of. Consider this a suspension pity present from yours truly.” 

Offered Kalory with some ironic humor. 

“Just end that boggerhead of yours quick and it shall be more than a great present that I’ve asked for from you !” 

Yiist keeps sticking to strain his attitude, for he can’t really take nor comprehend a great sense of humor that Kalory often attempts to crack open. Yiist is just the person who was born without the ability to comprehend humor itself. 

“In one of my errands from about 8 months back, I was dispatched in the Southern corner of the cluster. To be precise, it was a mission on the one of the systems known as Lakgrotaria; I must say that I was sort of astonished when I came across that system. The planets, they had rather weird physics. All aligned and moving across the orbit at the same time. All the planets have the same day and night cycle. However, that’s not the most astounding part of that errand. It’s quite prophetic & maybe destined that I stumbled upon that system. A total of 13 planets orbiting around a micro star, bright enough to emanate a radiation frequency towards & attract a neutron star or possibly even drag anti-matter to its core without causing an explosion. That’s what our team’s research there had concluded, but not really inferred. My stay at that system was for only a couple of weeks, and I managed to only scavenge for historical artifacts and insight of the system from two of the 13 planet-” 

“Now, now, you can stop already. That’s enough postulative dogma for now. I can’t wait to hear how the evidence you gathered was yet again some fallacy.” Interrupted Yiist as he thought some hooligan information was being conveyed by Kalory in the conversation. 

“You have to listen to the rest of it in order to comprehend where I’m going with what I further stumbled upon there.” -Kalory.

“Alright, fine !” 

“On one of the planets, the one called Fasged had some really mysterious artifacts. There contained a broken sword with some unknown encryption implicated of the handle which I have no clear comprehension of. Then, there were some ruined old books which I managed to find within the radius of where I found the sword. Now, I’m definitely skeptical about the contents of the book, as I did find some translations within it, but most of yet remained unexplored in the common language.” 

“Okay, that’s something useful for once. Just end the conversation now, but do tell me what was the translation you found in the book.” 

“You impatient arrogant fool ! Fine ! All it said was: “Gialsalvior  Opratica Elsk Yuwx Al Frate HaL, this library contains that which I’ve not seeked for.” ”

Kalory slowly walked away without saying another word, while looking at Yiist’s face, seeing the expression which reflects clearly that he wants to know further about such a mystery. 

“I wonder what was it that he really discovered there. He tends to over-exaggerate his claims of certain discoveries, but I feel like something is quite up with this certain one that he spoke of. Then again, he’s a split skull with a pathetic personality. I hope to at least get my own touch of some relic once I’m back from that putent’s suspension. “ thought Yiist to himself. 

It’s yet another mystery that one after another the Celestial Knights converse, but with the lack of evidence to further support a theory that they’re not aware, would it benefit their status-quo in anyway? All they ever hunger for are the gaining of power , rather than striving to do more information scavenge and deciphering. The all they do is just concealed research and scavenged loots, from which they end discarding a majority of the materials. It’s a wide flaw that they would really work on, but can’t emphasize unless they were specifically ordered to. 

On the other hand, it was also an amount of conflict that would set off between Oliviath and its neighbors. What else could be the root of the propaganda that they so much lust for ? If it’s all just for their own need, then they would rather have the Empires alliance to them serve under their cause. But to go through control and chaos is yet another strategy that the whole of other civilisations could be oblivious to its elemental benefits. 

If the library that was mentioned in the ruins certainly a gateway past the history they acknowledge or know of, would it be a surprise to them  if they end up finding out who they really are , or would they just continue to be the striving Imperial civilisation that they are because their honor and pride runs deep in the bloodlines of the eons ? It’s all just a dogmatic benefit that they themselves would create in order to pursue further paradoxes. 

Infinite Void Prologue: Chapter V

CHAPTER V

                     AOPAROTIKA

“Yiist, you hold a lot courage and honor, but do you know that your presence here will be mere if anything when the blabbering that you spat out had entered the dying veins of the floors? Actually, let me precise with some sentimental values that we’ve held in our possession for the past millennia.” Said Emperor Husdak as he put his fist on his chin, taking a lethargic stance.

“And what shall this ambivalent values you speak of do much of any symbiote between I and they ?” Said Yiist with a rather scorny attitude.

“Like I’ve stated, let me get to the point. We barely indoctrinate any of our citizens with any historical or social records of our Empire, and that’s because they don’t have the whale-like brains to comprehend what it means to be a true and loyal guardian of Oliviath. They’re not born with such specialty, because they’re not the chosen ones. We are , we’re the ones who breeded and descended from rare and prosperous bloodlines. Our ancestors were uniquely chosen by the Celestials and Hermetic Ministers from the previous civilisation, it’s their will, their fire that runs deep within the bloods of our own, as they passed the vibratory state of wisdom to our bloodline. That’s why we shan’t ever be so benevolent to all the mere peers that reside within our residential and living boundaries; rather conquer and gain control over as many lands and territories as possible in order to triumph and build the largest universal empire of the millennia. That’s why we’ve hidden all the secret wisdom and knowledge that could hold pure value to the people , but can’t be comprehend by all those losers who call themselves “intelligible  beings”. The blessings and enlightenment of the Aoparotikasts are upon us selected beings only, and and only those who shall fall before the purely lit beings of aesthetic shall be bathed in the milk of the naked glowing seven stars, and serve its masters.” -Husdak 

“You endeavor so much, yet you still forget how one of the chosen Servants Of Light betrayed us all. How is it that the Royal Family chooses its knights so carefully through decades of wrecked-trip training, yet still fails to successfully mold a Celestial Knight who’s supposed to be extremely devoted to the Empire ? Also, why did he rebel against us? Why did the Council nor The Royal Family ever disclose any of his actions to its peers?!!! To us ???!” Said Yiist in a rather provoking manner. 

“SILENCE ! Learn your place, Yiist. You’re not to question anything we don’t choose to disclose , and that’s where your place shall be: To Not Question Any Of The Royal Family if it’s about confidential information. Our matters remains within only our private bounds and no one has the right to question that. For asking such prohibited questions, you shall be suspended from your duties and powers until I feel like returning them back.” Said an enraged Husdak, as he hastily stood out of his throne. 

“Sire, you’re more than welcome to do whatever you want with my being, as I’ve done a great sin and am ready to accept any punishment that you bestow upon my well being.” Replied Yiist with a fearful tone. 

The ancient civilisation that the Emperor speaks of existed before the Agiictan Dynasty. It had a very long reign in the run of Olivian Civilizations and is known to be one of the most precocious ancient civilizations in the Cluster, besides Vasuntaria. 

As mentioned by Emperor Husdak,  the lineage of the Royal Family dates back to them, but aren’t recorded to have any biological relations with the rulers of that period. Therefore, it’s been ambiguously assumed every now and then, that the Olivian Royal Family are distant descendants of The Aoparotikasts, or sometimes just their higher order who are hypothesized to exist even at the present timeline surreptitiously. 

Despite the confusion between Royal Family and The Aoparotikasts, it’s been widely said, even in folklores that the Aoparotikasts were born from the divine light set straight before the prior universes existed, and plausibly before time itself came into the perspective. There’s not much record of any of their appearances; at best, there are vague arts & disemboweled sculptures of apparitions left in the Emerald City which are postulated to be pertaining to them. Nevertheless, the folklores also said that their deeds in The Void Age- a.k.a Forbidden Age, were very significant to the cause & effect of the universe and of the neighboring grand civilizations of that age. The Elder Celestials, mostly consisting of Aoparotikasts, a Vasuntarian and a couple of other unknown Celestials from different civilizations,  were the governors of the metaphysical plane of existence. Any effect they threw towards the quantum realm in return spoke the language of energies to them. They managed to manifest a clone of their own into the microscopic quantum realm through birth, and it grew with them as they themselves grew up and took the training of becoming a Celestial. Eventually, they’d grow past the abilities of their teachers and would end up taking the name of “Elder Celestial”, through further self-mastery. All of them were masters of their own inventions, and dreamers of their own distinct reality that was separated from the physical. They’d sit still for years at a time, and meditate together under Trees Of Knowledge, and Stars Of Wisdom. They had their own playground which stretched forth the distances of time and space into a vaccum of infinite paths and continuum; within the playground they played their secret games of non-verbal communication, and telepathic imagination. Additionally, they’d all have a seminar discussing and dissecting the universe and its mysteries in half. Their growth depended on the black holes, nebulae, white holes, quasars , and the universe’s dark matters. They knew no limits to the universe, they were the universe themselves playing their own game of Hide and Seek within play grounds made by their own conscious  & unconscious thoughts. 

Infinite Void Prologue: Chapter 4

                                                   CHAPTER IV

                         SETTLEMENTS OF DOGMATIC TRAUMA

                

Emperor Albidiwan Husdak, 76th Emperor Of Oliviath, sat swiftly between the dents of his thighs resting upon the slender throne bestowed by the bloody gems of millennium corpses.
“Vasuntaria always desires rest of cultivation; that civilisation hasn’t rested itself from conquerors of the galaxy for generations.”, Said Emperor Husdak.

“They’re sure not as restless as Fluoren, but just as naive of mutual actions of reciprocations as they are.”, Said The 6th Celestial Knight, Illorpheust  Yiist, standing firmly with his shoulders rested with the wall, and arms folded as permitted to do thanks to his higher rank.

“To what to do we hold the judgement of comparison between Vasuntaria and Fluoren?” asked Emperor Husdak with irony.

“They’re both just naive, that’s the only inference I was stating.” replied Yiist.

Emperor Husdak continues with his verdict:“Maybe they’re both naive, but Fluoren is a mere nation compared to an enormous civilisation governing the distances of ⅓  of the Eastern Cluster, and furthermore, they have been thriving for postulative of about 10 Millennia or probably more. Some speculate that their history dates back to even The Void Age, the age most norms of today are forbidden to utter a word about. You see, Fluoren has been precocious in their own stance for only a few centuries, they’d probably be able to destroy a remote city of ours, but The Vasuntarian Empire has the capability of stalemating us as a whole.”

Blatantly, even the Olivian Emperor had deep praise, but envy for the enormous relic of power that Vasuntarians had in their possession- passed on generations after generations, millennia after millennia.

On the other hand, Fluoren’s Civil War had not been in any state of calm. A witness, be it the dog of the Empire, or a patriot defending the nation, or simply a wanderer wandering by, could have without an effort say that conflict might even diminish and banish a flourishing civilisation to oblivion, if this war keep continuing on for another decade or less. Albeit, being exposed by an ambassador of Cycalopitaphia, and retaliated with violence, the Olivian Empire still stands with enough infiltrates to sabotage and exploit more of other nations around its own planet, and its neighboring galaxies. The way it was placed to view, all of this situation was meant to major itself towards more of a infrastructured status-quo that would give birth to a new Collective Empire combining all the Empires Of The West, East, North & Central Clusters- South either contained little life, which were barely intelligible or almost none at all.

Settling down all this dogmatic actions, the Cluster Council finally came to an agreement to dispute all the Council facilities of the Olivian Empire till further inquiry. The Olivian Empire wasn’t under much of a serious extermination, but was on the strike of one. Though, it’s unlikely for the Cluster Council to put its own Empires into suspense, it’s quite comprehensive that they’d need to justify all of their actions, like a parent needs to make sure not to spoil its own children.

Olivian Empire had never been more furious at such a “tedious”, as they remarked the Council’s decision to be. Not only did they lose access to border teleportation transport, but also lost access to additional forces which they could at situations use to diverge and decoy some pertainable objectives in between sub-objectives of the war. Deploying the Celestial Knights was something they wouldn’t consider doing even at times of Galactic wide wars; their duty was often to be dispatched along the far ends of Cluster and beyond, scavenging or searching for relics pertaining to Ancient Civilisation or anything of Mystic value. Regardless, this was one of the rarest of dire times, in which they had to take into consideration of dispatching a mere bit of the Celestial Knights- Celestial Knights are known to possess and hold very intensive and inquisitive powers that they’ve been trained and equipped with from an early age, they’re not easily chosen by the Empire, and have a very competitive number of candidates. Therefore, being drafted over to the Celestial Knight took decades of training and effort, and the chances of ever getting a spot in the Celestial Knights’ position would be one in a one hundred thousand candidates, and rarely two-, which might have been enough to withstand against the ethereal forces of Vasuntaria.

Vasuntarian Empire was taking some precautionary measures as they should have been, but despite all the war drama engendering in between, majority of their work depended deeply upon scavenger study. Their system had not been as stable as before; however, it was not the case where they’d be completely broken , as they still had to pertain back to what their civilisation purely held on to, not as an apparatus that died every now and then and needed some sort of non-renewable resource in order to function again. Their refinement of systems remained constantly in grasp of purity and divinity.

It’s purely as stated by the Ancient Teachings Of OLIGAQP IO. PHANTSAK: “ A system of non-chaotic endeavor will always find a way to not indulge itself into an ambivalent scenario , where all will cease control and engender constant catastrophe, but it’s the benevolence of each and every individual whose words and deeds will merely matter, but their pure virtue and foundation will remain effulgent.”

The Infinite Void Prologue: Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3: WAR IN EXILE 

On the verge of infinite collapse, the last remnants of the Vasuntarian Emperillic Gem were transported into the  Crystalized Nether Of Time. The Crystalized Nether Of Time is an unknown place, speculated to be located outside of the universe of dwelling; a place where time itself is concealed, and hindered, and nothing but one of all beings are allowed to merge within the dimension, and ancient highly vibratory sacred gems. The Vasuntarian Emperillic Gem composed of mostly just infinite space, and was described to be not articulated at all by any being, thus other Empires desired and lusted for it, though being physical of no value at all to them.

A blatant establishment was called forth by the Galactic Council, and within such circumstances were merely perplexed decisions or vice versa. Senators from few of the large empires showed no interest in backing up any defense notion of Vasuntaria; they’d not back up the Olivian Empire either. Their critical claims towards their declination had almost empowerment or any conflict between them and The Olivian Empire, but because they were too idle with conquering another part of the universe. Such a case angered the Olivian Empire; however, despite their anger, only little results would spark up from further requesting the Council more.

Despite Vasuntaria being neutral or foe to the council, they’d rather not put effort into their plans towards a Civilization that was capable of probably killing all the birds with one stone. Vasuntaria was never a civilization that was eager enough to retaliate, or exchange an argument in the form of wars or battles, as per the statements of their Holy Wave Entangled Paths regulation board.

Vasuntarian relations wasn't so meant to be put into political affairs much so, prior to the collapse & spread of the Imperialistic influence in the cluster. A civilization as enlightened & precocious as Vasuntaria would have prospered with a very unique & repertoire of spiritual mentalism. Its pre-historic records were in fact, one of the rarest recorded histories dating back before The Void Age. It's complex to grasp what Vasuntarians really valued more at this period of their existence: whether it was holding on the values of their ancestors' work entailed onto their pre-historic tablets, or ripping off their own dignity, and go on to a blood-lust war, which might as well foreshadow eons worth of violence in their proceeding history. However, as each side shall proceed into the war, the triumph won't be won by the masses who are battling from both sides. Rhetorical, as the Council shall always be on their own agenda of propagating more ideological dogma, further engendering delusional crisis within all apparatus- who're actually fresh, intelligent, compassionate beings, trying to get rid of a controversy which serves an ironic judgment to solely 'violence'.

A state of conflicted affairs can only mean much more of a destructive consequence, leading one towards another. Wrecked and crude were to be their restless, minds, as secretable substance endangering all being were poured between hands of burnt & frostbitten glamor. Olivian fleet wasn't too hasty in ther meals, but hasty in their showers, trying to grab all of the enemies in one scoop of goo & then trying to pulverize all the fleet together & turning them into a jelly nebula. Such was the dream of restless & heartless men being sent from the fleet of the Olivian Empire.

Nothing is about love & hate in the context of such a catastrophic glamor, it's all meant to be a play of chess beneath the boards of the observable horizon. If such catalysts can be of any engender and use, it's only to be played under the conditions of being an universal incomplete being.

Side One Shot IV

In the vast stigmatic, the matrix of Alivagia, an enormous phenomenon has bound the reprocautious state of all the divine. The individualistic values of the city Tremuric- situated within Alivagia, have been diminished & banished within the prospect of prosperity & virtue. A many diminished hearts served no more gratitude than the tides of delusional separation of the people of Alivagia. Ripped & crude were the mannerisms; albeit, being an advocate of traditional linguistics & alchemical philosophy. The extinguishment of such ethereal values were never meant to b granted in the face of conservative & liberal terminology, but to rather invoke the art & seek for the root of the dime. Such a dime is too crude & chivalrous at the same time; though, this dime is more than what the informed conscience will take, it's more than the comprehension of mutual state of being will convey & escort. If all the materialistic values were to be converted into untaught criticism, all its initial, traditional values would be stripped of its dogma & dignity.

The Infinite Void Prologue: Chapter 2: Part III

THE INFINITE VOID

PROLOGUE: CHAPTER 2 

PART III 

A very associative disorder in the status-quo between two vast Empires, meant a lot to the other Empires in the Super Cluster. Of course, the Cluster Council would have no intention of barging in the business of non-advocated Empires, but in this case, they had half a part to play , since The Olivian Empire was part of the council, and had a very major role in it. Despite that, the Council didn’t want any other Empire: ally , or neutral, to be involved in this scenario between these two. Oliviath may have had somewhat of an acquaintance type of status-quo with The Vasuntarian Empire; a political/foreign empirical relation/affair with another Empire had its drawbacks. According to the Council’s code: ‘No one shall interfere in a dispute between a non-advocated Empire , and an advocated Empire unless the advocated Empire requests for assistance.’. In this case, The Olivian Empire didn’t really want , nor requested any aid from the Council. It seems a bit confusing, but prior to the fall of the Haldsogian Empire Of The South Western Cluster, a law like that didn’t exist - laws of the Council at that time weren’t as fancy as they are now, plus the Council had merely begun its primal status. 

                                     Cycalopitaphia wasn’t having such a great time after the dispute had broken out by ‘Hias’. Hias had been in a coma for about three weeks, and was left with a major arm, and brain injury which would take at least a few months to completely recover from, however, he didn’t give up , nor had the slightest bit of fear left. The Vasuntarian Ambassador would put his life on the line when it came to refrain anything from being a harmful deed. That’s what it’s like to be a native of Tiwopals, Vasuntaria. Meanwhile, Cycalopitaphia had been greeted by none other than an Olivian Fleet. Though, having given off a warning at first, they charged , regardless of it. Blatantly, they couldn’t hold off much with their forces, being the tiny Empire that they are. They were almost devastated, had the Fleet not shown the slightest of their pity to them. Did this ruin their relations with Vasuntaria ? Somewhat , it did , but they still stood for a cause, and they didn’t want to give up the fight. 

-Othello D. Gomes