4 Those Who Rise (1/2)
Within a massive allied battleship in front of Planet Teress, the members of the council gather.
General Vargas, a Draconian, who stands 8'fttall, scaled smooth skin similar to that of Mara.
Seems to be the leader among those in the room.
”The three enemy vessels war class ships will take time to set up inside the Void Gate, we will use this time to continue the bombardment delay them give the young Guardians the time needed to meet them at the Gate that is our goal.” Standing up another general a Titan true to the name towers over the Draconian, metallic silver skin, eyes emerald green like that of Val. ”Why leave the fighting to these children just born we have been monitoring them all this time, the first one woke is a Blood clan member of the Guardians.” ”She was stumbling around the lab for 5 years before the other one woke up, yet as the two lived within the lab for 10 years no other has come out of the Containment vessels.”
”Vargas!” Shouted Erin the Titan. ”Tell these Ancients to speak why are there so few of them waking up after the Guardians fell more than 200 Million years ago!?”
”Sophia please don't just sit there i would love any assistants with this one said Vargas as he teased Erin with a grin ignoring his threatening stance.”
Sophia Stood up wearing long robes that parted showing the pale inner white of her thighs, above them the robes covered almost everything else besides her luminescent green silver hair, followed by the piercing stare of her abyss black eye's. Those of the Ancient Race were ruled by Females. They held 90% of the power and were 70% of the total population, sending the men off to war only when their machines were not enough. The Ancients one of if not the most technologically advanced of the immortals, both mortal's and immortal's suffered under them be it as experiments or that their worlds were home to materials the Ancients valued.
Looking at Erin with a smile Sophia began speaking. ”The Draconian's who are loyalist of the Guardians are the only ones besides us and the Creed who can enter the labs, but we long since abandoned all stations on planet Teress.”
”No one needs to be in the labs,” ”to prevent them from dying to an enraged child with the combat ability of Warriors!.”
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As the silence was growing more apparent Bisar representative General Gal spoke out. A tall muscular humanoid that resembled a Bison, missing a horn from fighting war till old in age his lone horn his pride as it curves up pointing high to the heavens. Like the other Generals in their allied Military Dress he stands to speak, while looking towards the Ancients who wear skin tight battle armor that even planet class laser cannons can't scratch under their robes. ”Warrior children you speak like this is normal, Guardians no matter how powerful they are, are born in the Adept realm like the rest of us.”
Adept-Fighter-Warrior are the three mortal realms, at the peak of Warrior one becomes one with the Void entering the Void realm the first step into becoming immortals and walking the path of becoming a God. Seeing as no one as yet to reach the God realm even Ibrahim only reached Tier 7 of Demigod 5 Tiers away from being at the peak, Tier 12 being that peak. No matter the realm reaching Tier 12 is what every one tried to achieve, from Tier 12 to Tier 1 of the next realm meant a massive jump in power. Were from Tier 1 to Tier 2 is just gaining 2 times the power of the latter Tier, while from Tier 12 to the next realm meant ten times ones power at the peak of Tier 12. With each realm increasing the needed power to raise in Tier.
Adepts at the peak of Tier 12 are cannon fodder to Fighters at Tier 2 and up, while fighters at the Tier 12 peak can barely fight Tier 3 Warriors. These only count for the Supreme who train to become Gods. On average thousands of Fighters Tier 12 would be able to tie down a Tier 1 Warrior but never kill them, but the Gods Race fight without even minding lost limbs, missing eyes, even on the verge of death they fight like berserk beast aiming to maim so that the others within their ranks can devour the enemy adding one more to the fold of the assimilated.