The Omnipotent System

"That was quite the display out there," Enigma said, walking beside Adams and the rest of the women, including Inara and Akira. "If I may ask, what was his offense?"

Inara nodded in agreement, her curiosity piqued. She, too, wanted to know what Mael had done to provoke such wrath and receive such a severe punishment.

Akira, on the other hand, seemed absorbed in her own world. She conjured a mirror, her reflection captivating her attention. She had always found her transformed appearance strange and mesmerizing, and as usual, she murmured to herself, "I can never get used to this."

Adams sighed before looking back at Enigma. "Mael harbored evil intentions towards Elamenor. After witnessing Elamenor's display of incredible strength, Mael dared to contemplate kidnapping him. His plan was to experiment on Elamenor to uncover the secrets behind his power—how someone without any cultivation could possess such formidable strength, rivaling that of seasoned cultivators."

Enigma's eyes widened in shock. "He wanted to kidnap and experiment on Elamenor? That's monstrous!"

Inara's expression turned to one of horror and anger. "Elamenor has already endured so much. To think that someone would want to exploit him like that, it's unforgivable."

Adams nodded, his face reflecting the gravity of the situation. "Indeed. Mael saw Elamenor's potential not as something to be respected or admired but as an opportunity for his own gain. He wanted to dissect and study him like some kind of specimen, hoping to replicate his strength for his own nefarious purposes."

Akira, momentarily distracted from her mirror, turned her attention to the conversation. "That's despicable. Elamenor is one of us. His strength is a testament to his will and spirit, not something to be exploited."

Adams continued, his voice steady but laced with underlying fury. "Mael's intentions were discovered before he could act on them, but his mere thoughts were enough to seal his fate. No one threatens a member of this sect and walks away unscathed. The punishment I handed down was not only for his intended actions but also as a message to anyone who might think to harm us."

Enigma nodded, understanding the severity of the situation. "Your actions were justified. It's clear that you had to make an example of him."

Inara added, her voice resolute, "Elamenor has found a home and family here. We must protect him and all our members from those who would seek to harm them."

Adams chuckled, a deep, warm sound that broke the tension hanging in the air. He paused and turned to Inara, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Gently, he placed a finger on her nose, causing her to blink in surprise and then smile. "You are new here, that's why you might not know this, but everyone under my watchful eyes has the ability to protect themselves.

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What I did to Mael was just a demonstration of our strength. If Mael had been allowed to carry out his evil intentions, Elamenor and Erren would have dealt with him mercilessly."

Inara's eyes widened at Adams' words, and she blushed slightly at his playful gesture. She nodded, absorbing the gravity of what he was saying. "I see. I didn't realize just how capable everyone here is. It's reassuring to know that we're all protected and that we can protect each other."

Adams smiled at her, his eyes softening. "Exactly. This isn't just a place of safety; it's a sanctuary where everyone has the power and the will to defend one another. We're not victims; we're a formidable force."

Enigma, who had been listening intently, felt a sense of pride swell within her. "That's true. I've seen firsthand the strength and resilience of everyone here."

Enigma then recounted her experience with Adams back at the Lust Empire and how Elamenor and Erren wanted to take her on when she was looking for Adams. This made the other two women laugh while also wondering who the hell Adams was and how he managed to do the things he did.

Elsewhere

A man sat regally on a grand throne, his posture relaxed but exuding an undeniable authority. His eyes were closed, giving him an air of serene detachment. Surrounding him were beautiful women, their delicate hands offering him plump, luscious grapes, which he accepted with an almost indifferent grace.

The atmosphere was one of indulgence and luxury, the soft murmurs of the women and the faint rustle of silken garments the only sounds in the room.

Suddenly, the serene ambiance shattered. The man's aura shifted abruptly, a palpable wave of power radiating from him. His eyes snapped open, revealing a piercing intensity that seemed to penetrate the very soul. The women around him instinctively recoiled, their hands trembling as they felt the change in the air.

The room, once filled with a sense of opulent ease, now crackled with an electrifying tension, the man's mere presence commanding attention and respect.

"Who dares to commit such a horrendous act against my own flesh and blood, and that too from a lowly plane?" the man thundered, his voice reverberating through the grand hall.

He was El, the Godhead, the supreme ruler of the Ethereal Sovereignty Realm. His presence was commanding, his eyes now open and blazing with a fierce intensity that belied the tranquility they once held. His chiseled features were framed by flowing silver hair, and his eyes, a piercing shade of azure, seemed to hold the wisdom and power of eons.

El's form radiated an aura of divine authority, a tangible force that seemed to make the air itself vibrate. His broad shoulders and muscular build were clothed in robes of the finest celestial silk, adorned with intricate patterns that shimmered like starlight.

The women around him, who had moments ago been attending to his every need, now stood back in awe and fear, their faces reflecting the sudden shift from indulgence to impending wrath.

The Godhead's wrath was a fearsome sight, his aura now a tempest of divine power. He exuded an unearthly glow, and his very presence seemed to distort the space around him. This was a being not to be trifled with, a deity whose very gaze could inspire both reverence and dread.

As El's wrathful proclamation echoed through the hall, the women who had been attending to him fell silent, their faces pale with fear. The air grew heavy with tension, the divine power radiating from El creating an almost palpable pressure that made it difficult to breathe.

His eyes, burning with righteous fury, seemed to see beyond the physical realm, piercing through the very fabric of existence to pinpoint the source of his ire.

In an instant, El rose from his throne, his movements fluid and purposeful. The grand hall seemed to tremble in response to his anger. The celestial attendants, sensing the gravity of the situation, bowed their heads in reverence and fear, daring not to meet his gaze.

"The audacity," El growled, his voice a low rumble that resonated through the room. "To harm my son, Mael, is to challenge my very essence. They will know the wrath of the Godhead. They will understand what it means to invoke the fury of the Ethereal Sovereignty Realm."

El's voice thundered through the palace, a commanding presence that left no room for disobedience. "Gael, report to the throne room immediately!"

Moments later, Gael arrived, his steps echoing with purpose as he entered the grand chamber. He approached the throne, his face a mask of respectful concern. With a deep bow, he spoke with unwavering reverence, "I am here, Father."

El's gaze remained fixed ahead, his expression stern and unyielding. He did not acknowledge Gael's greeting, his focus solely on the matter at hand.

"Gael," El began, his voice carrying a cold authority, "I need you to take two Commandments and travel to the Divine Plane. Investigate the circumstances surrounding your brother Mael's death. I have only been able to determine the general location of the crime—somewhere within the Divine Plane—but not the precise site. Be cautious; we do not yet know who is responsible for this act."

El's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, his anger and concern for his son palpable. His words were edged with a sharpness that conveyed the gravity of the situation. The throne room seemed to grow colder under the weight of his command.

Gael, his face a mixture of determination and anxiety, straightened from his bow. "Understood, Father. I will leave immediately and ensure that we find the truth."

El's silence was heavy with expectation, his eyes narrowing as he watched Gael. The unspoken weight of responsibility was clear, and the pressure to succeed in this crucial mission was immense.

As Gael turned to carry out his father's orders, the atmosphere in the throne room remained tense.

El's voice, heavy with fury and a chilling edge of menace, cut through the silence of the throne room. "Whoever you are, mark my words: I will hunt you down and make you pay for what you've done to my son.

If I fail in this, then I am no longer El, the Godhead of the Ethereal Sovereignty Realm." His eyes burned with an intense, unrestrained anger, a fiery hatred directed at the unknown perpetrator who had dared to harm his flesh and blood.