The eternal sun rose over Tara's crystalline skies, casting prismatic light through the atmosphere. In the central plaza of the Emerald Academy, beings of countless forms gathered for morning symposium—luminous humanoids sharing wisdom with crystalline entities, travelers from distant star systems exchanging knowledge with native scholars, and children of both standard and exotic genetics playing in fountains that defied conventional physics.

  Solarion stood on his favorite observation deck, watching the morning unfold with quiet appreciation. As one of Tara's Solar Sovereigns, he felt the harmonic resonance of the world pulsing through his consciousness like a gentle heartbeat.

  Tara embodied its five-dimensional reality with elegant simplicity. No currency exchanged hands because needs were met through their own light bodies. No hierarchies oppressed because individual sovereignty was absolute. The only answering required was to one's own conscience and divine counterpart. Wisdom flowed freely, creating an enlightened realm that left none wanting.

  The morning progressed with its usual rhythm. Students gathered for lessons that merged science and spirituality. Artists created works of art. Healers tended to all. The population of billions moved with purposeful joy, each contributing their unique perspective to the collective.

  The first indication was subtle—a distortion in the sky's harmonic patterns, like a musical note slightly off-key in a symphony. Those oldest souls, sensitive to dimensional frequencies, felt it first, a cold intrusion into Tara's warm, peaceful resonance.

  "Something's wrong," Solarion murmured, extending his awareness.

  Eli's expression mirrored his concern. "Something's approaching from the outer boundaries."

  Within seconds, the distortion became visible—first as ripples in space-time, then as a massive tear in reality itself. Through the breach poured angular ships of obsidian.

  The Anunnaki had arrived.

  The Melchizedek Council convened instantly, their collective consciousness analyzing the threat. Sovereigns of all tribes across the realm's nine continents created and executed emergency protocols they never needed to develop before—shields of crystallized light, harmonic barriers that could deflect cosmic threats, energy fields that should have repelled any invading force.

  The Anunnaki advanced regardless, their technology somehow resistant to Tara's most sophisticated defenses. Warning frequencies echoed across the realm as the nature of the threat became clear. These weren't mere invaders; they were apex predators.

  "All inhabitants to evacuation points," the Council broadcast. "This is not a drill. Hostile forces have breached our dimensional boundaries."

  Panic rippled throughout the realm. There was no war in this dimension; they had never known war, and the concept of an invasion was purely theoretical. Families fled toward designated safe zones, only to find the Anunnaki fleet spreading across the sky like a plague of festering black locusts.

  Crimson energy beams lanced down from the alien ships, not targeting military installations—for Tara had none—but the very mantle of Tara itself.

  "Defend the Pyramids!" Solarion commanded, rallying Tara's limited combat capabilities. "Protect the children and the Stargates!"

  He was now leading a makeshift, happenstance group of twelve Sovereigns—those few among billions who had retained combat knowledge from previous incarnations throughout the multiverse whether through actual combat experience or some other medium like multimedia—in a desperate attempt to engage the invaders. Their makeshift powers, designed for harmony and creation, drawn upon by the simple unconditional love and passion for their past-times, proved woefully inadequate against the Anunnaki's technology born through death, war, control, and bloody sacrifice. The complete opposite of sovereignty and freedom.

  Throughout the afternoon, the assault intensified. Waves of disruptive energy swept across continents, severing the consciousness leylines that connected Tara's foundational nexus. The harmonious resonance that defined their realm began to break down, replaced by instability, chaos, and destruction.

  That was only the advance force.

  Again, reality tore open on an unprecedented scale as the Anunnaki's flagship fleet emerged—black, cuboid structures so massive they blocked out the sun, casting Tara into a necrotic twilight. From the largest square-black sun descended Anu and Antu, the apparent royal progenitors of the Anunnaki dynasty, their forms and souls radiating young yet ancient malevolent power that distorted the aether around them.

  "Insects of Tara," Anu's voice boomed across all frequencies, speaking in tones that caused physical pain in a dimension where pain wasn’t a concept. Souls knew of pain, certainly. But the fifth dimension was a safe, higher dimensional realm. There was no need or reason to hold on to the vibration and frequency of pain and trauma. "Your realm is forfeit. Your technology, your wisdom, your very genetics belong to us. Surrender or be unconditionally annihilated."

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  The Melchizedeks, their fifth-dimensional light bodies desperate and dying, broadcast a final message: "Preserve everything you can… Always Know Thyse—…"

  Solarion stood amid the ruins of the Emerald Academy, Eli's flickering form beside him as she struggled to maintain cohesion against the disruptive energies. Around them, Tara's magnificent cities and pyramidal mystery schools crumbled, their multi-dimensional crystalline architecture collapsing into crude physical matter as the Anunnaki quickly took control of the ambient free energy saturating the realm.

  "I can only save some," he announced, determination blazing in his core. "Not all, but some."

  Drawing upon energy and courage he hadn't known he possessed, Solarion began weaving reality itself into a protective enclave. The process was excruciating—creating a stable pocket dimension while reality’s fundamental structure collapsed required focus and stamina beyond comprehension.

  "Go," he commanded, opening portals to his forming sanctuary. "If you can hear me—evacuate now!"

  They came in waves—beings of countless forms and origins, each passing through the dimensional doorway into safety. Crystalline scholars carrying valuable history, genetic specimens, as well as their scrolls and schematics. Artists from all corners of the dimension clutching their creations. Random travelers from distant stars caught in this catastrophe. Children and their families, all as real as any soul, their innocence preserved for a future not yet written but seemingly turning to ash at both ends.

  The evacuation continued for precious minutes that felt like hours. Solarion maintained the portals against increasing Anunnaki assaults, his fifth-dimensional light body depleting with each passing moment. Eli channeled her remaining strength into stabilizing the pocket dimension's boundaries, her form growing increasingly transparent.

  Two million souls passed through before Solarion felt the limit approaching. The pressure from the collapsing reality outside grew unbearable and too unstable for further reality manipulation. The Anunnaki, recognizing his action, focused their dimensional assault on his position.

  "Close them," he yelled to Eli. "Seal the dimension."

  "No… Please…"

  "Eli!"

  With anguish that echoed across dimensions, Eli initiated the closure. The portals began to shrink, their event horizons contracting toward nothing. Solarion stood guard until the final soul passed through.

  The pocket dimension disappeared from normal space-time, carrying his precious soulkin to safety across dimensional boundaries the Anunnaki couldn't penetrate. Two million souls preserved. A mere .0014% of Tara's billions, yet, hopefully, enough to remember and rise once again.

  Solarion stood alone in the near-crumbling ruins of Tara, facing the assembled might of the Anunnaki Empire. Anu and Antu descended, their royal forms crackling with power that continued to make reality around them warp. Behind them, the fleet of obsidian ships blotted out the stars.

  "Fuck it," Solarion shrugged, a grim smile crossing his face as he surveyed the invaders. "Let's get it. Can’t get much worse. At least my thousands of hours in League will finally be useful."

  Anu's reptilian features contorted. "Disgusting barbarous facsimile of consciousness. You truly believe you can—"

  "Mhm, yeah man, totally," Solarion interrupted. "And you know what else, ya damn Frost Demon?" His form began to glow with blue fire. "At some point in the future, everything’s gonna get aaaall balanced out. And you wanna know what else?? I'm devoting every, single, incarnation to the enshittification of your whole scheme until the day I succeed."

  He raised his hands. "I promise you that. Money-back guarantee."

  The Anunnaki attacked as one—beams of crimson energy, waves of reality-distorting force, weapons that could unmake planets. But Solarion met them with a single explosionary swing of a blade.

  A sword had manifested in his hand—a beautiful weapon of pure, radiant power, its cross-guard forming a perfect halo with blue flames dancing rhythmically within.

  The swing produced a shockwave of such magnitude that it annihilated every attack directed at him, as well as destroyed hundreds of Anunnaki warships, creating intermittent holes of sunlight throughout the artificial black sky.

  "One more promise, only one more," Solarion called out, his voice carrying across the devastation. "The more you try to corner me, the sooner your system will crack. Watch out. I’m gonna end this whole mess, just letting you know now."

  Anu and Antu exchanged glances of fury. They responded with primal growls, their royal composure shattered by this unexpected defiance.

  Solarion began to translocate, his form dissolving from the feet up, golden-blue light consuming him millimeter by millimeter. He maintained eye contact with the Anunnaki royal pair throughout, his gaze carrying such fierce promise that even these ancient predators felt something they hadn't experienced in untold eons: fear.

  "See you soon," he waved like a promise as the last of his form vanished, leaving the Anunnaki with their victory—and the seed of their eventual downfall.

  This event was a one-sided annihilation and enslavement of nearly all who were on Tara. Unnamed billions dead. Civilizations and genetic libraries looted and extinguished. But, in some places, like in Solarion’s pocket dimension, souls survived, carrying with them the knowledge, wisdom, and determination that would eventually free not just their descendants but the entire time matrix.

  Anu and Antu surveyed their conquest, their empire expanded by one more realm. They had no way of knowing that in saving those two million souls, in promising to return, Solarion had set in motion the very mechanism that would ultimately dismantle their control.

  The first moment of twenty-two million years of Anunnaki domination had begun. But so had the countdown to their fall.

  The Anunnaki's empire would spread across dimensions, enslaving countless galactic superclusters. They would harvest loosh across galactic ultrasystems, manipulate the energetics and consciousness of entire soul groups, and believe themselves secure in their power.

  But Solarion had made his promise.

  Twenty-two million years later, when a young YouTube creator named Tris would stand against impossible, unwinnable odds, when the Sovereigns would finally gather, when the System would crack at last, the Anunnaki would remember that gaze, and that promise, understanding too late the price of their hubris and ignorance.

  And when Earth's Stargates finally opened after the liberation, when the Guardian forces could finally stream in from the 12th dimension, when the time matrix was liberated from the inside out, the Anunnaki would learn what Solarion had known all along:

  No gestalt, no matter how powerful, can ignore the truth forever.

  Love always wins.