History was not wrong.
In the confrontation between Nevaeh and Heaven, Heaven went extinct.
{Not a single blasphemer survived the holy wrath}
The line carved on the city gates of the empire headed by 'Jai' would proclaim so not too long after this confrontation, setting the foundation on which galactic overlord was built.
Historians from all regions alike wondered if the historical accounts were exaggerating the process, as they often tend to be.
Unfortunately for them, the accounts were underestimating what transpired.
Even the most generous theory was far stretched from reality.
'The traitors of Heaven were lured by the cunning politicians of Neveah with a mix of promise and punishment.
The strategists chose the masterful strategy of ambushing the resting tribe. The tacticians carried out ruthless attacks, even at heavy casualties.
Remnants of Heaven were hunted down within a few months and a primordial tribe was gone forever.'
This fringe theory was mocked by every mainstream non-Jai historian for putting the Neveah tribe on a sky-high pedestal.
If only they knew…
There were no politicians in Neveah—only a savage tribe chief who ruled by force and a bunch of his loyalists.
Neither was there ever a strategy of ambush—they straight up marched to the city gates while their every move was on display inside the Golden City.
And no tactics were deployed by them to massacre the Heaven tribe.
Because—
The beam of light that enveloped the city just dissipated, leaving behind light whimpers and quiet gasps.
The bright, glorious, majestic Golden City turned bleak. Its buildings fast fading into dark shadow of themselves, razor thin lines creeping everywhere.
Almost every single creature inside vanished without even leaving behind a trace—vaporized by the formations that were meant to protect them.
The chieftan of Neveah tribe stood shellshocked like everyone else before he looked up at the sky before glancing at the ground.
A strange emotion surged in his heart and he seemed to be gripped by something.
They appeared in his mind again.
A pair of eyes.
The eyes seemed to be…smiling.
"Raa! Raa! Rhaaa!" The chieftain threw up his arms.
The army cheered, their cries reverberating across the realm.
"Glory! Paradise! Father!"
"Death to blasphemers!"
"Divinity! Divinity! Divinity!"
"He shall not be touched by mortals!"
The chieftan stepped forward, the majestic city gates that would've stopped a hundred like him now crumbled at his careless touch, witnessing him enter the city they were built to protect.
As if that was a cue, a crackling sound rang across the plains and the outer walls collapsed powerlessly, giving way to the invaders.
Most of them turned into ashes and blew away with the wind that seemed to howl in mourning.
Some pieces of metals—the best of the best—remained. They went into the hands of the barbarians who would not know what to do with them for centuries to come.
And when they finally could do something about these materials, they would be treated as trophies granted by the 'First Emperor', created a false myth of Jai Emperors.
But now, no one knew what the future had to hold. Not even the Neveah tribe as they marched into the city that was collapsing like a castle of sand.
The pinnacle of civilization was falling apart and all they did was gawk, smile and cheer.
Without much regard to discipline, the army spread across the city, searching for any valuables and even better, survivors to sacrifice.
The chieftian walked to the biggest building of them—the City Hall—though a quarter of it had already disintegrated into golden dust.
With a tap of his staff, the space around him compressed before shifting forward, taking him in front of the fallen behemoth.
Under the ruins of the structure that drove the greatest civilization of Eden, the chieftian found two men.
A young and an old.
Aion, the mid rank 2 elder, the chief researcher of Heaven tribe, the arrogant, smart, bold man was in his last breaths. His old eyes that shone with wisdom were fast losing their brilliance.
Next to him was a young man, struggling to extend his hand toward the older one.
A green light originated from him and touched the older man. The light kept halting the death which should've occured minutes ago.
Unfortunately, the holder of time sliver who could've reversed the damage completely was now too weakened to pulll Aion from the jaws of death.
The best he could do was keep him from dying and hope he'd recover soon enough to turn the situation around.
"Glory to his deeds."
A raspy voice shattered the hope.
Eon raised his head and looked up at the Neveah chieftain with bloodshot eyes.
But he quickly shifted his focus back to Aion.
For the first time since he stepped into the divine, the man at the peak of rank 2 showed a helpless expression.
"Why?"
Even though the primordial god's corpse exploding and triggering all the formations was a catastrophic disaster, it wasn't enough to trap him had he chosen to escape.
But Eon sensed the most terrible fluctuations appearing under the lab of his brother.
If the explosion was an event with a probability of a trillionth, this super explosion under the lab was a trillionth within that trillionth.
It shouldn't have happened. It just did.
If he left, Aion would be dead. Even if he had the sliver of time, he would've powerless to bring him back.
So, he shielded his younger brother. It was a decision that came naturally.
He bore a blow that's equivalent to a quasi-rank 3 head on.
Even then, it shouldn't have been this terrible, this…crippling.
Somehow, his sliver that should've helped him migitate a good portion of the damage didn't function properly at the last moment.
Perhaps that's because the sliver itself came from the Primordial God and his control was naturally lower compared to the original source.
Atleast that's what Eon wanted to believe.
Unfortunately, there was a second explanation.
"His ways are unpredictable."