The ascension of the new prodigies was supposed to take form in a few days.
After that happened, Draco would form the team, and from then on, every 4 celestials would be dispatched somewhere to take care of a planet.
Aside from that, Draco was currently thinking of another thing.
The race he had made with his own hands and had been doing his best to modify to perfection since he found them.
The scientist version of Draco was never done with his job and for who knows how many years now, he had been working on project after project; some of them were so obscene that if known to the public...
But there was no need to talk about them now. Those were weapons that were being prepared for a battle yet to be known to any being.
A battle that would only come after the obstacle of this galaxy would be taken care of.
But aside from that, Draco the scientist had used enough information from Palkus to continue his perfection of the gomen and now that Draco thought about it, it would be a good idea to bring those bunch upward.
They would form the most amazing team, and they were by far the best entities he knew of, even better than the prodigies who were on the process of ascending.
That was the day the gomen had been ordered to start batch ascending. The world of Portalia had seen another event where countless gomen had started ascending at once and it would take a few hundred years or a few days to ascend.
And that was it. Draco stood in his place waiting for all that was happening to happen and for Angodi to come out before he would attack.
This all took a total of 10 days, and by then, the gomen had ascended, the prodigies teams were formed and Angodi's next plan was tracked.
It turns out that there was a small gathering of elites on the other side of the galaxy.
Every single one of them had ascended from the young to the old, from the weak to the strong.
A few days for Draco was more than enough for an entire race to ascend.
The significance of this feat only went to further solidify Draco's reputation.
While one person struggled to ascend once every million years, billions of gomen had ascended in but a few hundred.
The first time this race had shown its worth, it was in a war. The war against Fate, and now that they had ascended, they once again had a mission to prepare for a war that was on a far greater scale.
A war against world celestial, a war against an entity that had reached the peak of the galaxy's power.
A war against someone who wasn't a prisoner, nor was his power limited somehow.
It was a battle... of someone who stands at the very zenith. Someone who rules, who orders, and who lives like a king every waking second, someone whose words hold enough significance to turn an entire galaxy upside down, someone whose authority spans over countless light years.
Yet, a little red imp who had only lived for no longer than a hundred years was challenging him.
Someone who had ascended so fast, his trails were something illusory that people couldn't ever dream of following.
Someone called...
"Draco Valenstein!"
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