It has been a really long time since Stelle found Akivili's personal space, and made it a daily habit of her to go and invade the Aeon's personal space, after all, Akivili seemed quite fond of her, maybe partly because she is also a Nameless.

They exchanged interesting information with each other, Akivili always telling her more about the old lore of the Cosmos, mostly related to those events which Stelle already has an idea of, while Stelle would tell Akivili about her bizarre adventures in return.

"So let me get this straight. Those Stellaron things, are otherwise known as the Cancer of All Worlds, mostly possible to be linked to that Nanook fella. And if correct, those things can go kaboom pretty strong?" - Akivili asked.

"That is correct."

"You have one inside of you? Damn, my child. Just please don't explode in my domain, or otherwise the money to fix this will be a lot." - Akivili jokingly said, to which Stelle doesn't find them very funny at all... "Oh well. I wonder why your mother would plant one inside your body. Is giving you a planet sized cancer a good idea?"

"Well I mean..." - Stelle smirked. "The Stellaron do have do pay me rent and we are good roommates, I think."

At that moment, a faint whisper manifested in Akivili and Stelle's consciousness.

"Someone free me from this dumb fuck raccoon..."

— — — — —

At some random place in the Cosmos, areas within the control of the Destruction.

It is one of the most formal meetings that the servants of the Destruction have attended. Several masters of the Antimatter Legion all gathered together at one place, with some being absent, of course... After all, the Legion is not simply an union, but rather an army gathering of those who have the same view of the Destruction, one would turn to another if there is a moment of weakness...

The ever shapeshifting ball of blue flame hovered over the empty hallway, decorated by the corpses and remains of THEIR enemies, a color of red painted over all else, highlighting the moment of being inside a gaming PC.

The door opened, the ball of flame flew inside the meeting room, where there are 7 chairs, yet only 3 figures present.

"Identification : Phantylia. You are late for 4 system hours and 53 system minutes. Question : Would you like to be informed of the details of system seconds as well? I am still counting." - The machine sitting beside the table inquired, although the tone of it is machinery, it was able to convey its disapproval as well as its anger towards the ball of flame.

"No need for such boring stuff. Irontomb." - Another figure at the table said, seemed like a girl, hidden in the shadows. She casted her gaze upon the newly entered ball of flame. "I thought you would have acquired a body by now. Is finding a vessel for your pathetic form that really hard?"

A familiar chuckle could be heard, coming from the flames.

"I would say... Blaming the Nameless on that matter would be the most sufficient answer now." - Phantylia replied before she hovered closer to the table and got into her seat, by hovering above it, be careful as to not burn it of course. "Now, it has been a really long time since the Seven Lords were gathered. I wonder... What's the special occasion? And..."

The flames shifted slightly, Phantylia was observing the 3 empty seats.

"As expected, they wouldn't show up..."

"But they will know." - The voice came from the final figure at the table who had ceased to talk from the beginning until now. That is Zephyro. "The meeting now has to regard you in particular, Phantylia."

Phantylia sounded surprised, or perhaps it was a mocking intimidation of surprise?

"And why is that?"

"Recently... Irontomb just... Forget it, Irontomb, explain to her yourself." - Celenova scoffed as she leaned against the chair again, her gaze directed over to the machine.

"Affirmative. Exactly 87 system hours, 34 system minutes and 54 system seconds ago. A message was sent directly to I." - The machine said.

"Hm?"

Phantylia seemed a bit surprised, so was Zephyro.

"Sending a direct message to I is not entirely possible, unless I had established communication with them beforehand. But I only do that to my enemies. And the only person who had done this before is Lord Nanook THEMSELVES." - Irontomb explained. "However, this time, it is not THEM."

"Interesting..."

"..."

Irontomb continued : "This message came directly from an Aeon, other than Lord Nanook."

"Which one exactly?" - Zephyro asked.

"The message's source cannot be traced. It was well encrypted."

"Perhaps Mythus? No, THEY wouldn't bother... But what is this message about? And what does it have to do with me?" - Phantylia asked, certainly has become more interested in the topic at hand.

"Phantylia. You are reported as a fraud." - Irontomb said.

This left Phantylia speechless and stood motionless for a moment, as if she didn't believe what she had just heard, especially when it was coming from Irontomb, in the presence of the other two Lord Ravagers, with the might of the Legion out there...

"..." - Phantylia still hasn't said a word yet. "I beg your pardon?"

"Irontomb said what it said. You were reported to be a fraud."

"Wh- Wh- WHAT??? THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS. HOW COME CAN THERE BE SOMEONE CLAIMING THAT I, PHANTYLIA THE UNDYING, ONE OF THE SEVEN MOST FEARSOME SERVANT OF THE AEON OF DESTRUCTION, NANOOK AS A FRAUD??? HOW COME???"

"Well. Of course, when Irontomb told me about it first, I didn't believe it either... Until..." - Celenova glanced over at Irontomb again.

"The message contains details of your failed plan at the Xianzhou Luofu, as well as the consequences afterwards that was just dealt with not too long ago." - Irontomb said.

"WHAT??? HOW??? BUT-"

"Enough." - Zephyro stood up, passing towards the ball of flame some sheet of papers, all containing the details in the operation that she failed. "You worked with a mortal to bring a Stellaron upon The Hunt's ship, everything was going smoothly until you decided to risk it more instead of lay low and ask for reinforcement."

Phantylia grabbed the papers and began reading them carefully in frustration, those words were all true, down to every single detail, that made her wonder how did someone have such accurate information and be sent to Irontomb that easily?

"Even in a direct confrontation, wielding the power of the Destruction and the Abundance, you failed to kill some mere mortals, and a weakened General of the Hunt. Furthermore, your guidance to the Borisin backfired awfully as their Warlord is dead, worse still, the Crimson Moon was absorbed by the cursed Yaoqing's Lacking General." - Zephyro told the flames the summary of the report, with a great rising anger in his tone... "So not only we have lost a valuable pawn, but you have indirectly greatly powered up an enemy in particular, the worst one we will have to face in the near future should there be a conflict again."

"But- But-"

"No buts, Phantylia. I was pretty shocked as well too, on how a Lord Ravager, one of us, can make such a grave mistake." - Celenova said. "None of us have failed to bring the Destruction to our enemies before. Yet, you managed to fail horribly."

"Conclusion : this will greatly damage the reputation and the influence of the Lord Ravagers and the Destruction as a whole." - Irontomb said.

"I agree." - Zephyro sat down. "Or you can prove to everyone that you are worthy of the mantle, the title of a Champion of Destruction."

"Bring it on then... How many worlds must I destroy to prove my-"

"You will have to battle and kill another Emanator, particularly the one that Zulo and Lord Nanook found from the market!" - Celenova said, clearly a bit amused. "I look forward to the bloodshed~"

"Me toooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

"Damn it Irontomb's speech recognition system broke again."

Phantylia went silent.

Afterwards, in just a few minutes after the meeting ended, words spread like wildfire amongst the Legion.

Phantylia, is indeed a fraud.