Re:Immortal

"I'm sure you do not believe me right now mister Omis, but how about I show you the truth?" Krano asked with a smile.

"Show me you say? And how would you do that?" inquired Omis, his brow raised in a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

"Haha, that's the easy part mister Omis." Letting out a hearty laugh, Krano pointed at the floating orb in front of them before continuing.

"I'm sure you are familiar with what this is correct?" He asked.

Glancing at the floating orb, Omis nodded before answering.

"En, the holy recorder. I don't remember it being here though." Said Omis while glancing at Krano's smiling face.

"This is indeed the holy recorder, it keeps records of all the events that happened in the realm since the beginning of time." Replied Krano while dramatically waving his hands.

"I heard about such a myth." Said Omis unconvinced.

The holy recorder, or Heaven's librarian, the little floating orb had many names. It never really had any particular use, most of the players only knew it as being part of the game lore.

Needless to say, Omis himself had heard of it before and used to think of it as nothing but decoration.

"Oh, but it is the furthest thing from being a myth." grinned Krano. He respectfully extended his hand towards Omis with a calm smile on his face causing his eyes to turn into slits as he looked at it with suspicion.

Krano's smile remained unchanged as he waited before Omis finally extended his hand as well. Grabbing it, Krano's primordial energy extended from his body and into Omis's who subconsciously used his own.

As the two energies clashed over the hovering orb, a bright beam of light suddenly projected from it onto the wall to Omis's left. A film appeared in it. It was a scene of slaughter.

Omis held his breath as he watched the film play out, it was an unfamiliar battle between the Immortals and 'The Hive' in the heavenly realm.

He could guess that what he was watching was a depiction of the war that had happened ten thousand years ago.

Omis watched with his eyes wide open, as he spotted Addi's figure cleave through a horde of 'Hive' minions with his spear before dashing towards another side of the battlefield.

It was a war unlike any he had seen before, thousands of spells illuminated the sky, as Immortals and Hive members fell by the hundreds.

Mountains collapsed under the strain of the fight as the sky itself collapsed. The film was playing from a bird's eye view as he gazed at the entire battlefield below.

He could not fathom how many people have died, the golden sky was slowly getting tainted by a red hew as blood constantly spilled without stop. The fight raged on.

Suddenly the film started to change, the scene he was watching abruptly began to move backward, as the spectacle changed.

"What-?" Omis unconsciously muttered as the scene continued to move back before it turned into a complete blur causing it to become impossible to make out what was happening. Before it finally stopped.

the Golden heavenly realm was once again empty. There were no signs of 'the hive', no signs of the 'players'.

The celestial buildings on top of the floating mountains were empty. The entire realm seemed to be quiet and deserted giving off a lonely kind of feeling.

"Watch closely mister Omis, you wouldn't want to miss it." Said Krano, for the first time his calm smile was nowhere to be seen as a dark expression, made its way onto his face.

Surprised, Omis watched as the sky above seemed to part ways allowing a completely luminous figure to descend upon the realm. No matter how hard he tried, Omis was unable to make out the identity of said figure.

Yet that did not seem to be the end of things, as various figures completely shrouded in light descended unto the realm, to stand next to the first person.

The unknown person suddenly extended his hand to the sky, following him was the various figures that came as well who also did the same causing thousands upon thousands of beams of light to descend all across the realm, Omis watched as all the beams seemed to descend into the empty celestial palaces and sects.

Once that was done, the unknown people simply vanished, no sign of them was left as if they had never been there in the first place.

Glancing back at Krano, Omis was able to feel the deeply hidden wrath in his eyes threatening to burst forward as a towering killing intent leaked from his body causing his heart to reach his throat and the palace to shake.

Taking a deep breath, Krano's aura suddenly disappeared as his usual calm smile made its way back to his face.

"I apologize that you had to see such unsightly sight." He said.

Waving his hand, Omis replied with a forced smile.

"No, it's alright."

'I'll be damned, what alright! The bastards killing aura nearly gave me a heart attack! So this is the power of a seventh rank God cultivator?'

Turning his attention back to the film, Omis was about to ask before Krano spoke, seemingly reading his mind.

"What you just witnessed, is the descent of the 'Outsiders' and the arrival of you 'Originals'."

*Gasp*

"You mean, these 'Outsiders' are the ones that brought us here?!" Asked Omis unable to stop his aura from bursting out.

Krano appeared undisturbed as he replied.

"Yes, what you just saw are what those, what was it that you called them again?" He said while scratching his chin before continuing.

"Ah! 'Hunters'! Yes, the 'Outsiders' are the 'Hunters' masters. And they are also our sworn enemies." He added with a cold voice.

Rubbing his nose bridge, Omis asked with his eyes closed deep in thought.

"This isn't making any sense. Why attack us then if the 'Hunters' and these 'Outsiders' are your so-called sworn enemies?"

"I have already answered that question mister Omis, we are simply taking back what is rightfully ours."

"Which is heavens?"

Giving out a nod, Krano motioned with his chin towards the film still playing on the wall.

"You see mister Omis, we have been here for a long time. Much longer than you can imagine, we were born here, raised here until we were expelled from our home!" Saying that the film suddenly began to change as it played an entirely different scenery.