Sovereign of the Stars

Do you hear it? The sound of an anguished cry rippling through the galaxy.

Johnson, the Sovereign of Realms, looked at the stars before him.

Among them, he caught a glimpse of the past and the future.

He saw the galaxy for its magnificence, and each speck of stardust that formed it.

This galaxy was born with a nebula and has grown vast in its eons of existence.

The elements formed into the stars and birthed light.

Land emerged from the seas and met that light.

Seeds poked through the soil and spouted.

"Aethon, with me!" Johnson bellowed, and the Celestial Steed neighed in response.

The Sovereign of Realms withdrew his gaze as he slammed his shield down with divine fury.

His words echoed across the universe.

"These realms are under my protection!"

Aethon reared its head and neighed as the Celestial Gate opened.

A vast amount of astral energy converged into a divine frame that blazed with the intensity of a thousand suns.

His Shield of the Celestials transformed into the Sun Chariot as Johnson pointed forward with the Divine Spear, towards billions of galaxies

—The Sovereign of Realms has arrived!

Johnson held steadfast, deflecting the Harbingers' star-shattering blows with the Shield of the Celestials.

He suddenly recalled the prophecy of the "Final Twilight": "The primal forces of destruction shall ravage galaxies as black holes devour all existence."

"The Celestials will fall, and in their absence the universe will be plunged into silence."

That was the final fate of the universe according to the prophecy.

"I! Won't! Allow! It!" Johnson answered, as the dimmed stars came back to life.

He swung his Starfury Axe, slaying the astral forms of the Harbingers and their ambitions.

The most powerful Harbinger, The Endless One, and its last desperate wail, was thus sealed inside the Starfury Axe.

The blade of the axe cut through space, singing the final judgment passed upon the Harbingers' legions:

"Before the fury of the Sovereign of Realms, you will be reduced to stardust!"

When the dust cleared, peace returned to the stars. With a neigh from Aethon, Johnson headed to the next galaxy.

Once again he gazed at the stars and saw past and future.

He saw the Final Twilight as foretold, and the possibilities of rewriting that destiny.

Riding among the stars and leaving behind a blazing trail;

Sealing the power of the Harbingers in his axe and severing all traces of their destructive will.

Johnson was the last remaining Celestial.

However, he was not alone.

With him was the shield of the Sun Celestial, the blazing soul of Aethon, and all living creatures in the universe that would fight for their existence.

As Johnson traversed the stars, he left a trail of fading stardust across the galaxy.

And all was silent.

Do you hear it? The sound of stars flourishing.