Chapter 1859 - Results (3) (1/2)
Dyon didn't know where the time went for the rest of the day, but he had suddenly gone from reeling in researchers and believing Mia and Bella were dead, to those very same supposedly ”dead” little girls running around in adorable black dresses with Little Aiden and Junior.
How Dyon had not had a single child, yet suddenly become the father of so many?... He had no idea. Life worked like that sometimes.
After this event, Dyon immediately went to speak with his grand teacher. Of course, Dyon had tried to ask the old man about Mia and Bella before, but he had no answer. This was one of the main things that made Dyon lose hope. But, he thought that maybe he would know something now.
~Hours ago
”I see…” Abraxus.
”What is it?”
”Well, I should have probably guessed that this would happen eventually, especially with the Ancient Battlefield about to descend on your Plane.”
”When you say it like that… Does the Immortal Plane have an Ancient Battlefield too?”
”Of course it does. But, our Ancient Battlefield is... Let's say less important than yours is. In reality, the stakes are the same, but it's rarer for the true purpose of the battlefield to come to the forefront on the Immortal Plane.”
”But how are the two related?” Dyon asked.
”There are certain things that the universe cannot do without, it's obvious that the representation of Death is one of those things. The Heavens have been thrown too far out of balance, so right now, it's trying to overcompensate.”
”But… The Mortal Plane is about to collapse. Why would the Heavens create two new Dark Phoenixes instead of Ice Phoenixes? Wouldn't creating life be more appropriate now than creating death?”
”Like I said, there is a heavy imbalance. The Heavens are confused about what it should create as well. Or, maybe more accurately, the life it is trying to create is being interfered with.
”Still, the birth of Dark Phoenixes is incredibly important as well, a Mortal Plane without a concept of death doesn't mean everyone gets to live. More accurately, it means that death is without a wielder, without control, and thus far worse that it should be.”
”You mean your second disciple is interfering with the birth of life?”
”Yes.” Abraxus said with a sigh. ”Your universe was supposed to be the center for the Mortal Plane's recovery, but that unfilial brat ruined the balance the Heavens were trying to return to.”