Nervousness crept over Me, a sensation I am not accustomed to, as My Sister resolved Herself to a course. I know full and well the capabilities of My Brother. None knew them better than Myself. I was frustrated, even though I knew She was right. I could not intervene directly, and She would not have let Me even if I insisted.

Still, She was hopeful. She always is. She always was. I trusted in Her as Our Brother's attack began anew, though the seedling sprouting in My mind would not leave Me in peace.

Doubt.

Not in Her, but a refusal to doubt in Him. I knew of the depth of His longing and His love. That place was empty now, filled with a fire fueled by rage and misery, and He was always so very hungry.

This was not an even fight, however, as the entirety of Our Village has thrown their support behind Her efforts. My trust in them is as great as My trust in Her. She fights for them and they will bleed for Her.

All must sacrifice for Nature to endure.

~

Soil and rock tremble within Anachai, planet and heavens resonating in harmony with the manifestation of She who embodies the Cataclysm: Artemis, the Great Wrath.

The roar of the First Predator rings out across jungle and mountain, the remnant Wildfather calling forth His challenge.

Thousands of ordered whispers rise to an autocratic timbre as the epicene figure of Tlalaiad, the Genesis, appears in the heavens.

Tlalaiad, the Genesis shouts, "We will join Our Doma'tashatuur in battle. The unstable One must return to Garden meld to forestall further deterioration."

Banishing light from the Prime Material, the cowled figure of the God of Darkness coalesces into view beside the androgynous Genesis, His crimson eyes ablaze with warning.

Twilight, the God of Darkness shouts, "No. The Wild God challenges ancient Concord and binding Decree. We do not invade the realm of Our kin as He does."

Tlalaiad, the Genesis shouts, "Instability must be addressed. We conclude Doma'tashatuur is insufficient for surety in success."

Sartan, the Malevolent shouts, "Do not, Genesis."

Tlalaiad, the Genesis shouts, "We acknowledge the unity of Garden meld within current circumstance. We reserve judgement. We require that Garden meld provide Us observation of events if We are not to ensure the success of Doma'tashatuur."

Limned within the penumbra of violet light, the deep heart of the Darkenwood accedes to the will of its Master, forest eaves transforming to a window between worlds.

Twilight, the God of Darkness shouts, "Then from here, We will observe. And observe only. Mortals with the stomach to bear witness may do so in silence."

Silence descends in the wake of Divine departure, as Gods vanish into shadowed forests where plumes of violet smoke billow skyward in dusky invitation.

The rolling Dakhota Hills come alive with kaleidoscopic light, montane shoulders remoulding into windows of stained glass through which the Wayward Heir gazes upon distant Anachai.

Mobilising as one, the planes tremble as Anachaine warrior tribes take up their spears, myriad hunters holding weapons aloft in chilling expectancy of that which approaches.

With a thunderous boom, the Anachaine drive their weapons into the ground again and again and again and again, beating a portentous rhythm that echoes across land and sea, transcending plane and planet in a dreadful battle song, paean to their Queen.

A violent detonation shatters your eardrums with the unleashing of volcanic tremors, tectonic shifts grating against one another and magma discharge flooding Creation's oceans in the coalescence of Artemis, the Great Wrath within the bounds of Her Realm.

Fish and fowl, beast and bird, hunter and hunted become as one to lend singular voice, conjoined calls ringing out upon every plane and place within the expanse of the All as Lupus, the Wildfather, Elder God, Lord of the Beasts, the First Predator, gathers His Realm.

The heavens tremble, a violent lurch roiling across the expanse of Creation and shaking the earth as under Logosian Accord two Divinities face One to Another.

A deathly hush falls across the jungles of Anachai, as for the first time since conception in aeons past by Ayar's Will its myriad beasts fall silent in anticipation.

Swirling essence gathers about the Wildfather in aurae of radiant light, an argent illumination pulsing within His frame like veins of poisoned silver.

Ash and smoke coalesce about Artemis, a deluge of meteors darkening the heavens above Anachai in Her home's acknowledgement of Immortality.

[Back in Eleusis, a ritual was conducted to strengthen and empower the Great Wrath, led by Her Anachai and the Wildwood Queen, which would tie the mortals to Her in a profound way.]
Bough and branch yield before the command of the Wildwood Queen as a shockwave of power erupts from Her, the Authority of Nature joining that of mortal sacrifice as it surges towards the Heavens.

Viridian light surrounds the Great Wrath suddenly, an aura of verdant energy stained crimson with indignation. Strength wells within Her empowered form, a harrowing scream tearing forth from Her lips as for the first time She surrenders to Her pain. Her anger. Her sorrow. Her fear.

Fiery light roils and churns within the depths of the Wrath's gaze.

Naked insanity rampages upon the aureate glare of the Wildfather, His hulking frame near to boiling with the agony and pain of sorrow unacknowledged, sorrow fled from.

With a low snarl of anticipation, the Wildfather disappears, reality shrieking about Him in tortured acquiescence to the mere motion of Divinity, heedless of its effect on Creation or Other.

Driving the Scourge of Calamity about Herself in a sweeping arc of blinding light, the flailing heads of Her weapon drive into the advancing claws of the bestial, insane God.

Blinding cascades of jagged shards rip and tear within the depths of Anachai, a violent fissure breaking open upon a volcanic mount as the tortured shriek of the shockwave ripples outward.

Slowly reassembling itself, order returns, the skein of the Weave splintered and crackling beneath an impossible weight.

An earth-shattering roar rings out in concert with the impact of Artemis in a volcano.

[To be continued...]
~

Summary: Lupus and Artemis prepared to do battle, with the Genesis attempting to interfere on the Cataclysm's behalf before Twilight and Sartan intervened, and a viewing portal was opened to allow God and mortal alike to witness the events. Following a ritual led by Gaia and the Anachaine of Artemis, the battle commenced, with those involved in the ritual feeling every blow struck against the Goddess.

Penned by My hand on the 19th of Mayan, in the year 844 AF.