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.
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