Temple Mother Eliaxha had not left her Convent in the upper continents for more than six million years, and it was for good reasons. Called the Mighty Fist, Temple Mother Eliaxha was known for her warlike tendencies and her no-nonsense policies in handling issues. Having little patience for pandering or negotiation, Eliaxha dominated whatever space she entered with power.
The remaining Temple Mothers knew her to be a blunt instrument that was used when absolute force was necessary, she was not a scalpel but a falling meteor, and they never used her for affairs in the lower continents to avoid situations where she could destroy thousands or even millions of continents if she was struck by her famous fury.
Yet strange things had begun to happen, and the world was increasingly moving out of balance, the time for subtlety had passed, and the Temple Mothers were ordered to root out any dissident in their flock for the end of the world was coming. Not known to all but those at the top, it was said that another Ascendant Sun was about to fall.
Their unending war was on the verge of becoming more desperate and bitter, and any unknown factor must be plucked out before the already tenuous situation spiraled out of control.
On the way to Trion-Strange name, the Temple Mother had thought-Eliaxha had been furious, although this was not known to many, this famous Temple Mother loved to sleep, and her naps lasted for millennia at a time, and she could not wait to return to sleep every time she was awakened which gave her a reputation for rashness, not that she cared, and she made sure she played to that identity, anything for her to get more space to sleep away time. With the incoming chaos, Eliaxha knew that sleep would become harder to find, and she was desperate to end this problem and catch a few decades or mercifully centuries of shut-eye before the rat race, the screaming, and the dying began.
'Why cannot I have these few moments of peace before the war?'
She saw no reason why she was dragged to this continent, sure the millions of Maidens who remained behind on Trion were suspicious, but it had only been a few months and that was not enough time for panicking, they should have waited for a decade, perhaps two or even three before she was summoned to bring this so-called Redeemer to her knees and the Temple maidens to their duty, they would be needed more than ever.
"Matrons of this day and age," she muttered with annoyance in her voice, making the Temple Matrons behind her shudder in fright, "Gain the gift of insight and suddenly they are out of bounds. Newer rules would have to be enforced to police these new batches. Anything to ensure that I am not woken up until the world is about to end....Oh, the rest of you stay behind, I don't want to crush you all."
"Boom!!!"
The moment she stepped her feet on Trion, a shockwave went through her head, and the anger that had previously filled her heart vanished and in its place was intense caution. Eliaxha's demeanor might seem rash, but she was actually the opposite, her great talents and acumen meant she could be lazy because it was easy for her to peer into the nature of things and figure out the truth.
She stopped walking and took the time to observe her surroundings with a more discerning gaze, and the first thing she noticed was the three Ascendant Suns overhead were brighter, far brighter than they should have ever been on a lower continent, almost as if she was not standing on a lower continent but a higher one.
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