Orion and the Primordial System

The vastness of the cosmos trembled as Pyralis, the Goddess of Cosmic Fire, walked through the space of the divine world. Her body was an extension of the universe itself, enveloped in an eternal dance of flaming comets and meteors. Her eyes, two burning spheres, reflected the fury of a thousand suns, and each breath she took made the constellations sparkle with renewed intensity.

On the other side, emerging from the darkest depths of reality, stood Erebor, the God of Eternal Shadows. His presence was like a wound in the fabric of the cosmos, absorbing all light, warmth, and hope. His body had no defined form, only an amorphous mass that flowed and rearranged itself, always in a constant cycle of darkness. In his wake, even the stars dimmed, as if existence itself feared being consumed.

They faced each other in the vastness of Spacetime, a dimension made of primordial forces that transcend human understanding. The currents of space and time wavered, as if aware of the enormity of what was about to begin.

"You cannot stop the rise of the Pantheon of Shadows, Pyralis," hissed Erebor, his voice a cacophony of distorted echoes that seemed to come from a thousand mouths at once. "The darkness is eternal."

"The cosmic fire knows no end, Erebor," replied Pyralis, his voice a deafening thunder that made space vibrate. "As long as there is light, there will be flame. And as long as there is flame, there will be resistance to your darkness."

Without another word, Pyralis, in one fluid motion, reached out and conjured a spear made of pure star plasma. With a graceful movement, she threw the weapon toward Erebor. The spear tore through space with devastating force, turning entire nebulae into stardust in its wake. But Erebor, shrouded in impenetrable darkness, opened a portal of shadows, vanishing the weapon into its vastness.

Then he struck back. From his dark hands, Erebor summoned a vast legion of living shadows, creatures that crawled through the darkness, consuming everything in their path. They advanced upon Pyralis like a tidal wave of darkness, each devouring light and heat with an insatiable appetite.

But Pyralis did not retreat. She raised her arms and called upon the power of a supernova. In a brilliant explosion, a wave of cosmic flames spread across the battlefield, incinerating the creatures of the shadows and illuminating the deepest recesses of space. Entire planets were vaporized in seconds, but the darkness of Erebor held firm.

Chaos reigned, as stars collapsed and galaxies shattered around the two titanic gods. Pyralis, with the power of cosmic fire coursing through his veins, began to summon the oldest flame in the universe—the First Star. It was a source of power so pure that even the fabric of space-time trembled at its invocation.

Erebor, sensing the imminent danger, launched a desperate charge. His amorphous form distended and swallowed the light around him, becoming a gigantic mass of darkness that threatened to engulf reality itself.

"If destruction is what you desire, Pyralis, then we will destroy it together!" he roared, his voice reverberating across the dying stars.

Just as Erebor was about to collide with Pyralis, she released the First Star in a burst of absolute power. The light was so intense that it tore through all dimensions, causing time and space to collapse around them. The energy generated was enough to create and destroy trillions of entire Mortal Worlds in a single instant.

When the explosion subsided, only silence remained. Pyralis, exhausted, floated above the battlefield. Erebor, or what was left of it, had been reduced to a frail form, a fragmented shadow that trembled on the brink of nonexistence.

"You may extinguish the light, Erebor," Pyralis said, his words thick with weariness, "but there will always be one flame that will survive, and I am the brightest flame in the divine world."

And with a final gesture, Pyralis sent a small spark of cosmic fire into the depths of the darkness that remained of Erebor. The spark slowly expanded, consuming the God of Eternal Shadows in a fire that could not be extinguished.

"Phew... this fight between pantheons is getting boring, what are those old bastards from the Pantheons thinking about once again?" getting tired, Pyralis continued to grumble and criticize.

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Name: Pyralis

Title: Goddess of Cosmic Fire, Guardian of the Burning Stars

Race: Human

Affiliation: Celestial Pantheon

Alignment: Neutral/Chaotic

Age: 32 billion years / 1 trillion years

Cultivation: God-Emperor

Bloodline: Celestial Flames

Spiritual Root: Primordial Flame Root

Soul: Eternal Star Flame Soul

Divine Eyes: Eyes of Eternal Flames

Dao: Dao of Flames

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Strength: 1,999,800,000,000,000

Agility: 1,998,700,000,000,000

Stamina: 1,950,000,700,000,000

Wisdom: 4,000,000,000,000,000

Charisma: 500,000

Luck: 499,999

Divine Energy: 100,000,000,000,000,000,000

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Abilities and Powers:

1. Starfire:

Summons flames that have the heat and intensity of a star, capable of incinerating everything in the universe, including matter and energy. Can destroy planets or create stars with full control over this power.

2. Supernova:

Unleashes a cosmic explosion, similar to that of a dying star, causing destruction on a large scale. The supernova generates a shockwave that expands for billions of kilometers and can alter the very fabric of reality.

3. Dance of Eternal Flames:

Pyralis can manipulate flames from any source, including those of other gods and immortal beings, redirecting the power of fire for her own purposes. Her ability is supreme, making her immune to any type of power related to fire or heat.

4. First Star:

Pyralis' most powerful ability, capable of conjuring the primordial flame that gave rise to the universe. This technique destroys space-time around her, recreating new realities or erasing old ones.

5. Solar Barrier:

Pyralis can create an impenetrable barrier made of the energy of several stars. It disintegrates anything it comes into contact with, being used both for defense and to isolate entire areas.

6. Cosmic Healing:

Her connection to the universe allows her to heal any wound or injury she suffers. If necessary, Pyralis can completely regenerate herself, even after being disintegrated.

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Resistances:

Immunity to Fire: Pyralis is completely immune to any form of fire, heat, or explosion.

Cosmic Resistance: She is invulnerable to cosmic energy attacks, space-time manipulation, and divine powers related to light or heat.

Void Resistance: As a cosmic deity, she can survive indefinitely in the vacuum of space.

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Divine Equipment:

Stellar Plasma Lance:

A weapon made of pure condensed stellar energy, capable of piercing any known defense and reducing lesser gods to ash. The lance can transform into other types of fire or plasma weapons at Pyralis' will.

Star Cloak:

A cloak that shines with the light of billions of stars. It grants invulnerability to physical and energy attacks, as well as allowing instant travel between star systems.

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"I want a million years off, if you don't give it to me, I'll burn down the entire Pantheon" continuing his journey, still grumbling, Pylaris leaving for another place.

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Pyralis, her face still contorted in frustration and a faint glow of flames in her eyes, walked heavily on ancient ground. The air was humid, dense, unlike anything she remembered. Before her, a gigantic tropical forest appeared, almost like a mirage. There was something ancient about the place, as if time had not touched it for millennia.

Perhaps, since she did not bother to count the centuries, she had completely lost track of how much time had passed since she had arrived here.

The trees in the forest were colossal, with trunks so wide they looked like towers, their crowns forming an impenetrable canopy, where the sun's rays could barely find gaps to illuminate the ground covered in moss and exotic plants. Vibrantly colored orchids and twisted vines adorned every corner of the forest, creating a scene that was both enchanting and oppressive. There was something in the air, an unsettling stillness, broken only by the occasional sound of birds she didn't recognize.

Each step Pyralis took caused the ground to give way slightly, soft as if the forest itself had grown over eons of forgotten history. Dry leaves crunched beneath her boots, and the air was filled with the scent of pulsating life, laced with the sweet, slightly rotten smell of decaying matter. Her eyes scanned the surroundings, curiosity momentarily replacing her impatience.

As she walked, Pyralis began to notice something strange: a path, almost hidden, forged by time and nature, that wound its way into the heart of the forest. She followed it, her senses alert. As she went deeper, the trees seemed to grow taller, older, and the air thicker. There was a distant sound, like a rustling in the leaves, something that drew her attention forward.

Then, like a vision unveiled through the mists of time, she saw it. At the end of the maze of trees and vines, a palace stood majestically, partially swallowed by the surrounding jungle. It was immense, its golden domes gleaming in the filtered sunlight. Its walls were covered in moss, and thick vines snaked across their surfaces, but traces of its former grandeur were still there. Each block seemed hand-carved, bearing symbols and glyphs that Pyralis did not recognize.

She approached, passing through an entrance arch adorned with sculptures of mythical creatures, likely guardians of a bygone age. The air around the palace seemed to vibrate with an ancient energy, as if the building itself were dormant, waiting to be awakened.

Pyralis stepped through the large open gates, her hands gliding over the cool, damp stone. The interior of the palace was even more impressive, vast and covered in vegetation that seemed to have grown from within. Huge halls, with ceilings that almost touched the treetops around them, were overgrown with vines and trees that had invaded the space. She walked slowly, each step echoing amidst the surreal silence.

There was something strange, almost familiar about that place, a feeling she couldn't explain. But Pyralis wasn't the type to be intimidated by mysteries. Her gaze swept the space, exploring every detail while her mind buzzed with the possibility of ancient secrets hidden there.

"Interesting," she muttered to herself, a slight smile appearing on her lips. "Maybe this place holds more than just dust and plants."

And so, the living flame that was Pyralis began to explore the palace, her eyes shining with a burning curiosity, ready to unravel the secrets of that forest forgotten by time.