ocean-life Chapter 389: The creator
Chapter 389: The creator
Chapter 389: The creator
"What the hell. I thought it would be a long fight. I couldn't even show my toys." Tony said.
"Rejoice that we have not been bombarded with other Celestials. There are a whole bunch of them." John said. Everybody's face became nasty when John said that. He had already transformed back to a normal form after Arishem vanished. He expected more of a fight from him.
It looked as if Arishem had gone easy on them. Even though John didn't know how powerful the Celestials were, he expected more from them.
"Whatever. Why am I concerned about it?" John thought.
"Are there many Celestials?" Natasha asked.
"There are. But I guess they are busy with their own work. All Celestials don't have the same work." John said. All nodded their heads.
"Let's go back. This whole fight is going to raise a storm everywhere." Steve said.
"Well it will. Who cares if it raises eyebrows. As long as the people are safe, the universe is safe. It doesn't matter." Arthur said.
All then vanished from their places and arrived at the Hall to discuss the next course of action.
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Arishem, after vanishing from his place with only one hand, arrived at a huge hall which looked purely white in color. There was nobody in this huge hall. Except for one person.
That person looked old. He was sitting on a small stool and drawing on a canvas with his paintbrush. It looked serene and peaceful. The whole environment looked as if this place was heaven.
Arishem, who just arrived, reduced his size instantly. He was now the same size as the old man who was sitting. Arishem went slowly to the person and bent on his knee.
"Well apparently this new guy has escaped your eyes." the other man in the suit said.
"He is different. He comes from the Wall. Neither you nor me have any powers of control over him."
"Well not gonna argue with that." the man in suit said shrugging his shoulders.
"How is the crack? Is it enlarging?" the old man in the stool asked then.
"It is. There are people there who are monitoring and trying to control the crack. But I am not sure how long it will hold on." the man in suit said.
"Hmm. This is going to be a huge war. A war that will change everything. I am not sure if we will survive this war." the old man in the stool said, finally finishing the drawing.
"Yes. But I hope we win the war. He is our best hope. He comes from the Wall. He has more knowledge of everything than we do." the man in suit said as he finally turned his head to see what his friend was drawing.
On the canvas there was a painting of the universe. The painting looked real as it contained all the stars, the galaxies and all the things required for a universe.
It looked real, because the painting was real. And that was because the old man on the stool was OAA.
One Above All.
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