Tengriyan: God`s Punishment

At the Court of God:

The sacred lands of Tengriyan were a place where only light and purity reigned, but today, its court hosted a dark dispute. Lordhair, Solve, and Vermithor stood silently on the ground, awaiting the heavy judgment of the Khan that echoed over them. The holy angels filled every corner of Tengriyan's boundless sky, waiting immobile and disciplined.

Lordhair took a deep breath and took a step towards Nira and spoke: Lordhair: "I have a question, Nira. You are here to judge me, so why did you guide me when I changed dimensions before? Then why didn't you stop me?"

Nira took Lordhair's question calmly. There was neither anger nor regret on her face. With an authoritative stance, her voice echoed coldly and clearly: Nira: "I am God's messenger, Lordhair. My duty is to carry out His will. But sometimes, there are situations that should not develop naturally."

Lordhair: That was all that was missing

For a while, Khan scanned his surroundings, then raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. In an instant, the environment changed, and a magnificent courtroom emerged. Everyone was in their rightful place. Though they were clearly astonished, they tried not to show it.

The courtroom was at the heart of Tengriyan, vast enough to encompass the entire universe. Pillars of light hung from the ceiling to the floor, arranged like the supports that maintained the balance of the cosmos. In the center, Khan’s judgment throne rose; it was like a throne vibrating with radiant energy, a symbol of dominance.

Angels were stationed in every corner of the courtroom. Their white wing feathers glimmered faintly with light, and their armor stood still, exuding a celestial power. Every silence in the courtroom was a manifestation of deep respect. Only Khan's voice echoed in every corner, as though Tengriyan itself was affirming his words.

Khan’s physical presence was immense; his body, seemingly touched by light, was a living embodiment of universal justice. When he raised his hands, it seemed as if he could hold an entire world within his palms, displaying greatness and authority. His eyes shone as if looking directly into the soul of any person.

Khan had risen above the judgment throne. His massive form, cloaked in brilliant light, exuded an authority that wove every word into the very fabric of the universe.

Khan: "Lordhair, how dare you disturb the order? The balance established by our Great God is beyond your interference. Today, you will be judged and must bear the consequences of your actions."

Lordhair took a deep breath. Still standing on the ground, he looked around with eyes searching for a solution. Solve and Vermithor silently awaited as angels, at Khan's command, forced Lordhair to stand alone in the center.

Khan: "What you have done has altered the fate lines of countless dimensions. The peace of the Northern Kingdom should not have been a decision independent of our God’s will. Defend yourself. Convince us."

Lordhair stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with determination.

Lordhair: "Khan, I am no disruptor of order. What I did was simply aimed at saving a kingdom, a people, from suffering and endless wars. Preventing the dark fate of Draugr King meant a better future, not only for the Northern Kingdom but for the entire system."

Khan's eyes gleamed, his voice resonating louder. Khan: "Peace, without the permission of our God, cannot be true peace. You went against His will."

Lordhair took a slightly deeper breath and continued: Lordhair: "Yes, I brought peace. But it was to ensure the destruction of a broken order. If God’s will ignores a people suffering in pain and torment, then it is my duty to question that will."

Khan: "This is where you fail to understand, as an ordinary human, you must know your place, Lordhair."

Lordhair: "The moment I decided to change everything, I gave up my humanity. Do not underestimate me, he whip of God."

Khan furrowed his brows and slammed his fist on the table: "Do not speak my name so simply, Griffin."

Lordhair: "I am the Iron Prince, not the White Griffin."

Solve and Vermithor exchanged a glance at Lordhair's resolute words. Khan gazed at Lordhair in deep silence.

For a long time, no one spoke. Khan’s light flickered, creating vibrations that expressed his thoughts. Finally, he rendered his judgment.

Khan: "Your intervention did not only change your own future but the fate of others as well. This is an insult to our God’s order. However, it is clear that your intentions were pure. Therefore, I will not forgive you, but I will not drag you into a destruction that will harm the universe either."

Lordhair’s eyes fixed on Khan. Deep down, he knew what the decision would be. Khan continued: "Solve and Vermithor, you may return to peace. But Lordhair, you have two choices: Either restore everything to its original state and live as if you have made no intervention... Or, pay the price of your actions and be imprisoned in our God’s prison for two years."

Lordhair: "I accept the trial, but what makes you think you can make me accept that punishment?"

At that moment, Tengriyan suddenly shook. The sky turned into a brighter white, and the arrival of God overshadowed all the glory of Tengriyan. When He arrived, the lights of the court became even more intense and magnificent. His presence was so immense that it could not be described with words. God appeared to be a pure form of energy, yet this energy had taken shape; surrounded by a power born from His own light, He required no clothing or armor.

God’s face was indistinguishable because looking directly at His presence would surpass the limits of any human. However, the brightness of His eyes reflected the entirety of the universe; with every glance, endless stars and planets seemed to spin. A cloak of light flowed down from His shoulders, completing the grandeur of His being. The energy that flowed beneath His feet left a mark in time itself.

And there He stood – the very embodiment of light and pure power. Khan stepped back a step and bowed respectfully before God. Solve and Vermithor, involuntarily, knelt under the weight of His power. God’s voice, like thunder, spoke with a mighty echo.

God: "How dare you play with the order of my universe, White Griffin?"

"I am the one who granted you that superior power. Only a superior being can provide such power, but don’t let it confuse your mind. You are strong, but I am beyond strength."

Lordhair felt an immense pressure in front of God, but he still tried to compose himself. With a thought, God forced Lordhair down to his knees. Though he felt the pain on his face, Lordhair stood tall, attempting to endure.

God (looking down from above): "I will also destroy Phantom. He is nothing but an instrument that turned into chaos in your hands."

With great difficulty, Lordhair lifted his head and tried to respond.

Lordhair: "Phantom was just a tool. But I know it harmed your order. If you are determined to make this decision, I will submit."

God remained silent for a while. In Lordhair’s words, He sensed a will, a sense of responsibility.

God: "Attila gave you two choices. You must accept one of them. There is no exit for you here."

Lordhair scanned his surroundings for a while and understood that he could not resist this power. Slowly, he nodded and responded with determination: "Let it be the prison. I am ready to pay the price."

Khan smiled arrogantly: "You will pay the price tenfold, Iron Prince."

Lordhair did not respond to Khan’s words. But with his gaze, he showed that Khan’s power could not break his spirit.

Kneeling in the sacred lands of Tengriyan, Lordhair tried to absorb God’s words. God’s presence loomed over him like the shadow of a giant; overwhelming, yet a power worth challenging. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. At that moment, God’s stern voice echoed once more:

"You are free to use the altar during your sentence, except in your own dimension. I forbid you from entering it for 6 months. After one year, you may request a negotiation. You will need that; now obey your god and be a well-behaved servant."

These words resonated in the skies of Tengriyan as Lordhair slowly lifted his head. His eyes shone with a wisdom that acknowledged God’s power, yet also with an unwavering confidence that had not been lost. As if it was in his very nature. Though kneeling, his posture was that of someone who was not defeated but a symbol of someone still fighting.

Lordhair: "I accept the punishment you have imposed upon me. But remember, my God, I was never a weak being. Wherever I am, I will always push myself further. This punishment will only allow me to understand my own strength better. The destruction of Phantom is your decision, but he was only a tool. I learned how to use him; even if I don’t use him now, his trace remains in my soul."

The brilliance in God’s eyes suddenly intensified. It seemed that He sensed a challenge in Lordhair’s words, yet at the same time, He might have received this courage with a small sense of admiration. God remained silent for a while. The silence that touched the light of Tengriyan made everything feel even heavier.

"Your pride and will are still intact, White Griffin. But this could be your downfall. Now I will test you with your words; we will see whether what you say is true. Serve your sentence, and maybe you will deserve forgiveness."

Lordhair: "I will obey you, but I will not surrender myself to you. And I am not the White Griffin, I am the Iron Prince."

God did not respond to these words, but the pressure of His presence seemed to have slightly lightened. Perhaps this was a reflection of respect for Lordhair’s will.

With a single gesture from God, a fracture occurred in the fabric of the universe. Lordhair was transported toward the prison where the judgment mechanism of Tengriyan was located, surrounded by a beam of light.

As Lordhair was moved from Tengriyan’s light-filled courtroom to God’s prison, he was lost in his own thoughts. Many questions swirled in his mind about the punishment awaiting him and the nature of the prison. However, what he encountered was far beyond the concept of an ordinary prison.

God’s prison was a dimension with no physical boundaries, reflecting the fabric of the universe. Prisoners here were tested not only with their bodies but also with their souls and thoughts. Each prisoner had a room of their own. However, these rooms were manifestations reflecting the inner structures and pasts of the prisoners. God had prepared an individual trial for each prisoner; the rooms were not only physical spaces but also mirrors where the prisoners questioned their own identities.

Lordhair’s room opened into a vast space. The floor appeared like the texture of light; an energy flow beneath his feet made him feel as though the stars were moving. There were no walls, but the boundaries of the room were felt with each movement. In this room, which seemed to transcend the limits of time and space, the energy waves of Phantom still lingered, as if echoes of his past were circulating within it. Lordhair could feel these traces, but Phantom was no longer with him.

God’s voice echoed in every corner of the room. "This is White Griffin. The place where you must serve your punishment. The boundaries may seem to imprison you, but you will see that the true prison is within your mind. I allowed you to use Alter, but do not touch the fabrics of the Iron Kingdom. This is your trial."

Lordhair stood alone in the room. He did not kneel, but began to feel his presence within the room. This prison, rather than being a punishment, was a demonstration of God’s justice. He had accepted the punishment, but even in this situation, he refused to be crushed. The power of the White Griffin still circulated in his soul, and this will kept him strong.

Lordhair (whispering): "This trial will not break my will. The Iron Prince will not fall."

Among the prisoners, perhaps Lordhair’s room had the most intense energy. In the other rooms, prisoners confronted the reflections of their own pasts and decisions. Vermithor and Solve had been sent back to their worlds by God. However, Lordhair had chosen to stay alone in God’s prison and serve his punishment.

Lordhair, taking a deep breath, began to feel the energy of the room. With each breath, the room sent a wave reminding him of his past, burdening him with the weight of his choices. Under the shadow of God’s justice, even the structure of the prison seemed to carry the power and will of the White Griffin.

Lordhair’s dimension: The Iron Kingdom.

In the laboratory, the silence was not just a stillness maintained by military discipline. It was the silence before an impending storm. Soldiers, dressed in protective suits against radiation, stood guard in front of Phantom’s massive structure. Each one was on high alert for any potential threat, though they couldn’t even begin to imagine the scale of what they were facing.

Suddenly, all the lights in the laboratory flickered out and then came back on. The air trembled, and an energy wave seemed to rise from beneath the ground. Everything paused, even time itself felt like it stood still for a moment.

And then Khan appeared.

Khan’s physical presence filled every corner of the laboratory. He emerged like a colossal figure formed from divine light. Khan’s presence was so overwhelming that it forced everyone in the laboratory to their knees. The power emanating from his body compressed the air. His eyes glowed as if he knew all the secrets of Phantom.

The soldiers were compelled to drop their weapons to the ground. What they faced was not something that could be resisted with human will.

Everything began to change when Khan’s presence moved to eliminate Phantom’s massive structure. The divine energy shaped in Khan’s hand twisted time and space inside the laboratory, destroying the fabric of Phantom. However, Phantom was more than just a physical structure; its essence was part of an energy-woven dimension. As it was destroyed, an unexpected error occurred. This error instantly released the highly concentrated energy at Phantom’s core, spilling beyond the laboratory and affecting the entire dimension.

There was no explosion within the laboratory; instead, the energy from Phantom spread silently in waves. This wave first vibrated the air and then struck the boundaries of the dimension. Soldiers, feeling the effect of this energy, immediately collapsed to the ground. But this was just the beginning. The energy, now fused with divine power, began to create a permanent change in the fabric of the universe.

At the boundaries of the dimension, the sky suddenly turned crimson. Instead of a soft glow, a deep red hue covered the horizon. The fabric of the heavens seemed torn; the light of the stars had vanished behind a dark veil. The sun was unrecognizable. Instead of its bright yellow light, it was filled with a dense black energy. It was as if the sun had swallowed its own light, turning into a pure shadow. Dark flames.

Despite Phantom’s complete eradication, Khan tried to control this energy wave. However, the wave was so powerful that it even challenged God’s order. Phantom’s essence was now gone, but the trace it left was still felt throughout the universe.

Khan: "Damn, this shouldn’t have happened."

The soldiers watched in fear as the sky turned crimson and the sun became dark. Many had realized that this was not just a laboratory incident, but a crisis that affected the entire universe.

Phantom’s disappearance error didn’t just create visible changes. It had a profound effect on the fabric of the dimension. Small shifts in people’s memories and strange changes in their perceptions began to manifest. Some had trouble remembering past events, while others began to visualize scenes they had never seen before.

Khan paused for a while to analyze the source of this change. He tried to understand the limits of this deviation according to God’s order. However, the energy trace left by Phantom seemed to act as if it were a living being on its own.

Khan: "This mistake... could have larger consequences. To restore balance, God’s will might be required."

Across the world;

The sky had suddenly been covered by a crimson shroud, and the sun had turned into an unrecognizable, dark shadow. This change had immediately affected the entire world. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky. In every corner of the world, in different realms, the lives of the people were divided by this moment; it felt like an instant suspended between a dream and a nightmare.

Farmers in the field dropped their rakes and looked at each other. They couldn’t speak in the face of the strange color of the sky, only silently questioning one another with their gazes. Children stopped playing and crouched on the streets, staring at the sky. One child whispered quietly to a friend: "Why did the sun turn black? Is this a game?" But there was no answer.

Even the high-tech laboratories in the Iron Kingdom had been disrupted by the energy that caused the change, and all the scientists rushed outside to greet the crimson sky and the dark flames of the sun.

In the city squares, merchants stood at their stalls, watching the red spectacle in complete silence. People shopping at the markets paused one by one. The fabrics or fruits in their hands fell to the ground. An old man, leaning on his cane, looked up, trembling as he muttered to himself: "Could this be the day mentioned in the ancient prophecies? But why now? Why us?"

A man fishing by a river in the outskirts of a village remained still, keeping his rod in the water. The river had taken on a terrifying appearance as it reflected the crimson sky. The small child next to him clutched his father’s hand tightly, silently crying. The father, however, stared at the river, finding no solution in the dark reflection of the sun.

Life had even stopped in the palaces. Servants dropped the dishes in their hands and rushed out of the halls. The echoing silence briefly filled all the rooms. Nobles, looking out from the palace’s large windows, were confronted with the deep redness of the sky. "Is this... a sign of war? Or is the end of the world near?" one murmured.

In the mountain villages of the north, the whiteness of the ice and snow was now painted with crimson light. Hunters in the snow paused, leaving their bows aside. They stared at the sky for a long time; their hands began to tremble unknowingly. In the fiery lands, even the bright light of lava seemed dim beneath the crimson sky. Potters had left their stalls and realized that even the light of flowing lava could not brighten the sun, now turned black.

In a village by the lake, women stood with their water pitchers, forgetting to fetch water. They looked at the terrifying reflection in the water, sensing that even the lake carried a dark weight. One child whispered, "Mom, will the sky fall on us?" The woman stroked her child’s hair but couldn’t take her eyes off the red sky.

Even the people of the shadow realm, who lived in darkness, were silent in the face of this. For them, darkness was normal; but this darkness felt different, like a threat. Shadows had grown longer and sharper. Everyone could feel the silent shadow of this new world in the sky. A fear that pulled one in had silently seized everyone.

There was one thing that everyone felt in common: this was no ordinary event. The people silently watched the sky, trying to understand what the black sun would bring. Whispers began, prayers were uttered, and children asked questions. But no answer was sufficient to explain why this new world had appeared.

The First Day in God’s Prison:

As Lordhair’s feet touched the star-filled light floor of the prison, the vastness and depth of the space before him caused him to hesitate for a moment. This was God’s prison, not an ordinary place. It was a dimension that challenged every physical and mental limit he had known. Time flowed differently here; hours, days, even moments seemed to merge. Yet, within this chaos, there was order; it was as though God’s judgment had become the prison itself.

Each prisoner in the prison had a room unique to their mind and soul. Lordhair’s room seemed to be specially designed to test the power of a being. The floor gave the feeling of standing on a galaxy, with stars sparkling with every step, and light waves passing beneath his feet. But this grandeur changed as he moved toward the boundaries of the room. Shapes resembling his own reflection turned into walls, and the echoes of the past were heard from every corner.

The First Trial: Loneliness and Questioning

When Lordhair first stepped into his room, a feeling of loneliness weighed heavily on his soul. The room was playing with his mind, trying to make him feel lost. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. God’s words still echoed in his ears:

"Do not touch my order, White Griffin. Your power does not transcend the order."

Suddenly, the room changed, presenting Lordhair with scenes of Phantom and the Northern Kingdom. There he was, on the day he had brought Solve and Vermithor to peace, when the people of the North had joyfully gathered together. But immediately after, scenes of battle with the angels led by Nira appeared. The images changed rapidly, and he was engaged in a mental battle. Each image reminded him of the consequences of his choices and the weight they carried. But Lordhair recognized the game being played with these images. He took a deep breath and planted his feet more firmly on the ground.

Lordhair: "You are trying to show me how many mistakes I made. But you forget: the way of the White Griffin is not to fall, but to rise again."

The images disappeared, and the room fell silent again. Lordhair understood that his will was being tested. This was just the beginning.

Second Observation: The Voice of the Soul

The second day in the prison began without any physical threats. However, Lordhair noticed that the energy of the room had shifted. God’s prison was a place that judged the souls of its prisoners. A vibration of energy appeared on the ceiling, and the echoes of Phantom’s presence called to him.

Phantom (echoing): "They want to destroy me, but remember... my power is hidden within your soul. Without you, I am nothing."

Lordhair lifted his head to listen to the echo. The destruction of Phantom might have been a loss for him, but it was not the essence of his being.

Lordhair: "Phantom, even if I lose you, I will continue on my path. Because my power comes not from an instrument, but from my will."

Phantom: Farewell sir until one day you bring me back to this world.

At that moment, the floor began to stir again. The stars faded first, then shone once more. The images seemed to present a challenge. Lordhair’s steps were determined as he walked toward the light that stretched across the ceiling. Even the prison itself seemed unable to challenge Lordhair’s presence.

Lordhair had proven his will to both himself and the room during the first two days in the prison. He had knelt, but only in the face of God’s power. He had accepted the punishment imposed on him, but this punishment had neither crushed him nor broken his spirit. The room had become a training ground that strengthened Lordhair’s determination every night. Though God tested his will within the prison, Lordhair never surrendered.

With every step, every breath, every thought, Lordhair was becoming not just a prisoner, but a being redefining himself. And in his mind, one thought echoed: "You are only making me stronger."

Lordhair had changed the fate of the entire universe with Phantom—was this part of his destiny, or had his choices brought everything to this point? Lordhair pondered this thought constantly, as the voices echoing in the room were not what tired him, but the question itself.