The Martial Unity

Transcendent Raizel watched Rui depart from the Virodhabhasa Theocracy with a knowing expression.

“You didn’t tell him?”

The Martial Transcendent shifted his eyes to the east of the Virodhabhasa Theocracy in the direction of the Nest of Terra, gazing at the Shield of Gaia underneath the Nest of Terra.

“You know I couldn’t.” The Martial Transcendent shook his head. “If he found out about the Truth of the Transcendent Realm… he might not be able to sustain the shock.”

“You underestimate him.” A feminine voice with a fluctuating tone reached him from across the continent. “He has withstood greater shocks and still retained his drive.”

The Astral Sovereign raised an eyebrow as he turned in the direction of the Great Nam Ocean beyond North Panama, gazing at the Conqueror of Chaos submerged at the bottom of the ocean. “Enough.”

Transcendent Raizel’s tone was firm as his temporally distorted voice overlapped across time endlessly, surpassing the shackles of causality. “I decide what to have told him and what not to have. The Truth of the Transcendent Realm and the Unfolding… it is too soon for him to know about them at the juncture of power and progression he currently is it. There is a reason we have kept the former a secret from all of humanity.”

They remained silent at his words.

They couldn’t argue with that. “Still…” the voice of another Martial Transcendent reached him. “The Unfolding is something that is better prepared for than something that is meant to catch them off-guard. They will be completely blindsided when we are gone. It is foolish to keep them in the dark of what they will have to face.”

“It is rather strange to hear about openness from an assassin, Frin.” The Astral Sovereign snorted. “They don’t need to know about the Unfolding to prepare for it. The Beast Incursion is more than enough as a preliminary challenge to whip humanity out of shape.”

“Then, we could have told the Immortal Sages, at the very least,” another feminine voice reached him.

“Daena, we have gone over this,” Transcendent Raizel narrowed his eyes. “The Immortal Sages are just one revelation from losing their sanity, just as Lord Virodhabhasa had come close to. They do not have the drive that kept him centered despite the reeling shock he suffered from the revelations. I will not trust such ticking time bombs with such responsibility.”

“Then, what about the three Keepers of Immortality?” a thoughtful masculine voice reached him. “The Beggar Sage, the Psycher, and, of course, the Divine Doctor in particular. They have lived far, far longer lives than us. The Progenitor would not have planted the seed of Martial Art within us many centuries ago without them. Their minds have only grown increasingly more powerful with time, experience, and knowledge. Do you deny that they are worthy of the truth of the Unfolding?”

Transcendent Raizel’s expression grew solemn as he fell into thought. “I don’t deny their power and accomplishments. After all…”

He closed his eyes.

“I would not have reached Transcendence without the Psycher, in particular.”

In many ways, the Martial Transcendents had reached their current stage of power, standing on top of the shoulders of giants. None of them denied that. The Divine Doctor’s research into evolution had gone on to become the foundation of the Body Evolution breakthrough to the Squire Realm. The Beggar Sage was the reason that Martial Art had reached every corner of the Panama Continent, for the Progenitor could not have walked every inch of the Panama Continent in a million years. And it was the Psycher who had helped develop the modern psychological understanding of Martial Art and the Martial Path.

“However, I’m still against it for the same reason that I was against it centuries ago.” The Martial Transcendent’s voice magically reached them all. “They can be compromised. The Beggar Sage is already compromised. The Antithesis has already gained immense influence over him, and the man’s greed for knowledge is too difficult to trust. In fact, if he learned about the Unfolding, there is a good chance that he will try to accelerate the inevitable before humanity has grown strong enough. All to fulfill his own greed for knowledge.”

None of them denied this, either.

“We can stop them if they go against the interests of human civilization,” the Conqueror of Chaos shrugged. “Their wanted fake immortality is no match for our power. I can wipe out every single clone and database with their memories stored and erase them from this world.”

The Astral Sovereign frowned. “And then what? You will have deprived humanity of powerful assets, and you will have deprived human civilization of yourself, in turn. That is a stupid idea. We should continue our original plan created by the Martial Primordial and simply wait until the moment to act. When the Unfolding occurs, human civilization will require as many of us to be present to protect this continent from absolute destruction when the Unfolding occurs.”

The Martial Transcendents remained silent as they fell into agreement.

The plan that the Martial Primordial had come up with was the best plan, ultimately, and maximized the probability of the most favorable outcome.

The Astral Sovereign heaved a sigh as he thought about his conversation with Lord Virodhaabhasa with a smile.

He hadn’t been certain until he saw him. There were other candidates who had garnered his attention, like the Chosen One, who had actually defeated him in battle. Yet, when he laid eyes on the Dawnbringer before him in his little, humble shrine, he had to admit that he had indeed found the right person.

A person who fit the bill so well that he actually wondered if he actually had a secret prophetic ability indeed. He had been uncertain about the future of human civilization until he beheld the Antithesis in the flesh very recently.

He, like many of his peers, saw the solution to their problem in the Antithesis.

“Now…” he closed his eyes. “Now, we just need to wait.”

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