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{2in 1 chapter....so no chap tommorow}
In the Cardinal World of DxD,
on a private dimension over central Greece, Mount Othyris rose high. This was Uranus's domain — a world he shaped for himself, where he ruled from his throne.
Uranus was happy. His children had been born, and they already showed strong divinity. Still, he worried. As the sky god, he could sense everything beneath him. He could feel his children's power. They were good, but their divinity was lower than that of other pantheons. That worried him.
A plan formed in his mind. He could use the monsters — the Cyclopes and the Hectocronians — to boost his children's power. Sacrifice and ritual would raise their divinity. He pictured the future: his sons and daughters roaming the Greek pantheon, growing stronger.
Uranus watched the other pantheons too. The Hindu gods stood high, their unity giving them great strength. Before them had been the great Egyptian gods, but many of Egypt's might had faded. The Shinto and Norse pantheons were also strong now. The Greek pantheon came after them. It burned like a candle under a storm: strong at times, broken in others.
Gea, his wife, would hate his idea. He knew she would oppose sacrificing living creatures to build power. Still, Oceanus and others would understand the need for strength — or at least accept it for their own aims.
Uranus also feared one thing above all: the Pantheon of the Most High. That power was different. It came from the Creator, from angels and prophets. He had felt it when the new prophet, Hud, appeared. Hud's arrival stirred wild winds Uranus could not calm. Even as a primordial, Uranus could not fully control that force. That fear made him humble before the Most High.
He sighed. The Greek gods had no real unity. Their bonds were shallow — made from greed and future plans. Some children did form true bonds, but not enough. Unity was weak.
So Uranus made his choice. He would free no one. He would use the prisoners in Tartarus. The Cyclopes and the Hectocronians were locked deep there. He would order Kampe to guard them tightly so they could not escape. When the time came, he would sacrifice them to raise his children's divinity and push the Greek pantheon higher.
Uranus sat on his throne, lost in thought. He could feel it — Gea was planning something with Kronos. It wasn't good. He sighed deeply. Even among his children, cracks were already showing. They didn't stand as one. And Gea, she always favored the children over him. That was her nature as a mother.
"I'll see how the future turns out," Uranus muttered. "For now, I need to focus on the present. I must make this pantheon stable… strong enough to survive."
Far away, in another realm — Egypt —
Ra sat alone in his personal dimension. He glowed like the sun itself, but there was no warmth in his throne room.
He looked at the empty seats around him. His family was gone. Shu, the god of air. Tefnut, the goddess of moisture. Their children Geb, the earth, and Nut, the sky. And then his grandchildren: Osiris, Seth, Nephthys, Isis. Once, they filled this place with life and power. Now… none of them survived.
Ra clenched his fist. He could revive them. But the cost was heavy. He had five million years of life as the sun god. His children and grandchildren had four million. If he brought them back now, they wouldn't return as they were. They would depend on fate energy — energy drawn from mortals.
He knew the risk. They could last ten thousand years… maybe twenty thousand… maybe a hundred thousand. But once that fate energy ran dry, they would wither and die again.
That was why Ra had not done it.
He stretched out his hand, and his eyes glowed like fire. Eight, maybe ten shining orbs floated before him — fragments of his lost bloodline. He calculated silently. "It will take fifty… maybe a hundred human years for these orbs to form properly."
Three mortals had already arrived, drawn in by their fate energy. They would fuel the revival.
Ra muttered to himself. Even in Hindu cosmology, fate energy was sacred. Of the great trinity, only Vishnu used it directly — to balance the realms. Shiva and Brahma used their fate energy to strengthen their own dimensions. But Vishnu… he always obsessed over balance. Ra never understood why. Vishnu hadn't always been like that.
Ra's eyes softened as he looked at the glowing orbs. "My children… forgive me. I couldn't protect you. This will shorten your lives, but it's the only way I can see you again."
He leaned back on his throne, closing his eyes. Memories of battles flashed in his mind. His eternal struggle with Apophis — his serpent friend and enemy both. They fought so the sun could rise, so light could pierce the endless night. In the end, Apophis fell. Even that friend… he was gone.
Ra opened his eyes once more, staring at the endless sky above. Rage still burned in his chest. He was the Sun God, yet powerless before the will of the Most High.
"How can I fight the Most High… when I can't even fight the Most High's prophet? who is Just MORTAL " he whispered, a bitter smile on his face. He sighed again, his voice heavy with both anger and sorrow.
But what Ra and the other pantheons didn't know… was that the power ,Patheon and god's they lost wasn't truly gone. The gods who had "died" — their essence didn't vanish. They had turned into skills themselves. Some became Unique Skills. Some, with time, would evolve into Ultimate Skills.
For Ra, it was even more shocking. The souls of his children stayed with him. Their divinity didn't disappear — it changed form, waiting to awaken again. And even his eternal rival, Apophis… his essence had turned into a Unique Skill, a seed capable of evolving into something terrifying in the future.
Far away, in the Hindu Pantheon, two beings met in a sacred space.
One sat calmly on a giant lotus, his three faces watching in every direction. Brahma.
Before him floated a darker-skinned figure with four faces and a presence that bent the air around him. Shiva.
Shiva's eyes sharpened as he looked at Brahma.
"Don't you think… Vishnu is acting different lately?"
Brahma tilted his head. "What do you mean, Shiva?"
Shiva's tone grew heavier.
"Even after the flood, Vishnu lost a huge part of his power. That much is true. Yet he still took the Narasimha avatar… just to save his devotee, Prahlad, from the tyrant."
Brahma nodded slowly. "Yes. That's true."
"But don't you see?" Shiva leaned forward, his four heads whispering as one. "He could have ended that tyrant in another way . But he didn't. He acted without balance."
Brahma frowned, listening closely.
"You and Vishnu," Shiva continued, "you can both be cursed… but in the end, it is your choice to accept it or not. Me? No curse in existence binds me. And yet… Vishnu accepts too much. He takes on burden after burden. And now, it's changing him."
"I understand," Brahma muttered, sighing.
Shiva's eyes narrowed. "He is becoming… too obsessed with others. Can't you see? In his need to 'protect,' he has lost his own balance. Once, his anger almost tore apart our entire dimension. I had to take an avatar myself just to stop him. And still… many lives were destroyed."
Brahma's expression grew serious. "Even if those lives belonged to Asuras… Vishnu should not ignore them."
"Yes," Shiva said, voice cold. "But he did. He shows no sympathy. He has leaned too much toward the Devas. He is their protector now… not the protector of all."
Brahma closed his eyes, deep in thought. He understood. As part of the Trinity, he knew what Shiva was saying.
"Vishnu was cursed by a Rishi to take avatars," Brahma said finally. "But even so, the choice remains his. Taking avatars is not the problem. The problem is his growing bias. The Asuras are our creation too. They may be chaotic, but they are still part of the balance we designed."
Shiva nodded slowly, his face show grim Expression . "This is not about good or bad, Brahma. It is about the strength of our pantheon. If we are attacked from outside, both Devas and Asuras must stand together. But with Vishnu leaning too far toward the Devas… that unity will crack."
The two gods fell silent
In a hidden realm,
inside a sealed dimension, two mighty dragons clashed.
"Divide! Divide! Divide!" roared the White Dragon, Albion, his wings spreading wide as he unleashed a storm of acid blasts.
"Boost! Boost! Boost!" shouted the Red Dragon, Ddraig, answering with fire so hot it burned through the air itself.
BOOM! Their attacks collided, shaking the realm. Another explosion followed. Then another. The fight dragged on for hours, neither willing to back down.
Finally, both dragons landed, breathing heavily but still glaring at each other.
Albion let out a deep laugh. "Hah! Hah! Hah! Ddraig, you've improved a lot. As expected of my rival."
Ddraig growled, smoke escaping his jaws. "Shut it, Albion. I haven't even used my true power yet."
Albion tilted his head, mocking him. "Oh? Is this your usual excuse? Saying you're holding back… when in truth you've already gone all out?"
"Damn you!" Ddraig snapped, his forehead veins bulging. But then he paused, his tone turning serious. "You know what happened, right? Apophis is dead. The flood took him… even with all of us fighting together, we lost too much. Our power isn't what it used to be."
Albion's smile faded. He went quiet. Both remembered—the flood that killed countless dragons. Their kind, proud and ancient, born from the corrupted energy of Trihexa, had been nearly wiped out.
Vritra, the Black Dragon, their rival and friend, had fallen too. He died fighting the first Indra, long before the next god took the throne and Tittle of Indra.
Ddraig lowered his voice. "Indra… king of the so-called Hindu gods… just a titan, yet strong enough to take Vritra with him. But after he died, his essence vanished. Then we met him again—his soul trapped inside a human, his power sealed in a strange weapon."
Albion nodded, remembering. "Yeah. A Sacred Gear… created by the Most High. Turning our dead friend's essence into a tool for humans. That day, we understood—this god is beyond us."
Both dragons went silent. They had seen humans rise with powers made by the almighty. Powers that rivaled gods themselves.
Ddraig clenched his claws. "We can't fight him, Albion. Not as we are. If another flood comes, our race won't survive."
Albion's eyes glowed. "Exactly. That's why… we evolve. We can't stay as Dragon Kings. We need divinity. We need to become something more. Heavenly Dragons."
Ddraig froze, shocked. "You're insane. You want us to absorb the hearts of our own kin?BECOZ ITS THE ONLY WAYY"
Albion's voice was calm, but heavy. "Listen. We saved the cores of many dragons before they died. Their hearts, their magical essence. Do you think they'd want their sacrifice to be wasted? They'd agree. This is the only way for our race to live on."
Ddraig stayed silent, thinking. He hated it. But deep down, he knew Albion was right. If they wanted to stand alongside the gods, if they wanted to survive against beings like Great Red, Ophis, and even Millim, they had to change.
Finally, Ddraig smirked. "Hmph… fine. Let's do it. Let's become the Heavenly Dragons."
Albion nodded. "Good. Then follow me."
They flew deep into the hidden dimension, a place they once built with their fallen friend Vritra. Inside floated the glowing cores of one hundred dragons—high-class beings who had once ruled the skies.
Albion raised his claw. "I'll take fifty. You take the other fifty."
Ddraig grinned. "Don't regret it when I end up stronger than you."
"Ha! We'll see, partner," Albion replied, his wings spreading as the two dragons prepared to absorb the hearts of their kin… and begin their evolution into true Heavenly Dragons.