#lan hsr

Oh, now this is a beautifully horrifying scenario. Imagine an arrogant faction, one that sees the Creator not as a god, not as an incomprehensible force, but as a threat to be eliminated. Maybe they’re deeply logical, militaristic, or devoted to another Aeon, believing themselves strong enough to kill what they cannot understand.

They bring armies. They bring weapons designed to kill gods. Maybe they even think they’ve studied the Creator enough to know their weaknesses.

But the moment they turn their eyes to the Creator in battle… they break.

They don’t even make it to the first strike.

The moment they gaze upon the Creator, they are consumed.

Their minds shatter beneath the weight of something too vast, too infinite, too beyond mortal cognition.

Some begin screaming and never stop. Others fall to their knees in weeping reverence, even as their comrades continue to fire uselessly into the void.

Some burst into laughter, unable to comprehend why they ever thought this was a battle they could win.

Others simply cease. Their bodies are there, but they are gone, their minds wiped clean like a slate before the next story is written.

And the worst part?

The Creator never retaliates.

They do not fight back, because they do not need to.

To see them, to comprehend them even slightly, is already a death sentence.

The war ends not with a battle, but with an entire faction simply unraveling.

The Devout

To them, this is proof of the Creator’s power.

“See?” They tell the others. “This is why you do not oppose the divine.”

They likely rejoice, preaching that this was divine retribution, proof that the Creator is untouchable.

The Skeptics

Herta’s fascination reaches new heights. She dissects every detail of the aftermath, studying what little evidence remains.

Did they die instantly?

Were their bodies rewritten?

Did they experience something outside of time itself before they fell?

Aglaea feels sick. She knows what she saw before was only a fragment—but whatever these people saw was so much worse.

Mydei watches and wonders: If all his battles, all his deaths, were predestined, then was their failure also planned?

The Pragmatists

Castorice sees the horror and understands. There is no fighting this. There is no winning against the Creator. You either accept them, or you break.

The Xianzhou, sworn enemies of immortality, likely panic. If the Creator is truly eternal, untouchable, unknowable, then they are the ultimate violation of their beliefs.

The Genius Society scrambles to analyze what happened, but they are met with contradictions, paradoxes, data that changes the longer they look at it. Some of them give up. Some go mad. Some, like Herta, only become more obsessed.

The Aeons

The Aeons watch. Some are amused. Some are horrified. Some already knew this would happen and did nothing to stop it.

Nous, the Aeon of Erudition, likely knew of this outcome already—but did they warn their followers?

Lan, Aeon of the Hunt, sees this and realizes: There is no hunt against something that exists outside of fate.

The Trailblazer and Dan Heng

They look at the ruins of the enemy and say nothing.

They always knew the Creator wasn’t benevolent.

But this?

This is proof that when the final day comes, when the true horrors breach the veil, the Creator will not fight for them.

They will only watch.

The war doesn’t end in victory.

It doesn’t end in defeat.

It ends in silence.

And the universe learns a terrible truth:

The Creator does not kill their enemies.

They simply let them see.

The name of Lan and Caelus' son is going to be Zhiyong. It is comprised of the character "zhi" which means "wisdom, intellect" and the character "yong" which means "brave". It's a nice name for a child of The Hunt.

Zhiyong has tan skin, Caelus' golden eyes, and his hair is a dark blue that could be mistaken for black who looks two in age. Lan is going to try and turn their son into a little archer.

Incorrect Quote:

Lan, giving Zhiyong a tiny bow: We will take down marastruck together.

Caelus, standing behind Lan with a menacing expression: Lan, if you try to get our son to do archery at his age, you are sleeping on the couch.

Lan:

Lan: Actually, leave that to me for the moment.

Zhiyong, who is just happy to have a bow from his parent: 😊