The Moon Lord looked down upon this lavender world and its inhabitants with interest, arms crossed with the breach it exited from located behind it - said breach taking on an appearance of a torn open anomaly in reality with ever-changing colorations. Winds and whistling noises enter and exit reality’s violation as if one could get pulled in and spat right back out.

The eldritch’s presence had caused chaos amongst the alien populace below, injecting a sort of crazed madness amongst them. And following Razeem’s observations, the entity finally lets loose an echoing chuckle.

“Gnaiih…” Razeem starts mockingly. “Fahf shuggog ahnyth Iiahe ehye ot ymg' throdogog accomplishments.”

As the eldritch spoke, the chaos down below only escalated further in response. But then, the being turns away and looks towards you, the reader.

“Ah… If it isn’t the great ‘Observers,’ as my gnaiih, my father, would call you,” The Moon Lord turns back to the world below, “I was merely commenting on one of my father’s greatest accomplishments. He planted the seeds of magic amongst these… Nebula’magai.”

Yet again, madness and anarchy reign amongst the populace in response to Razeem’s words. The beings comprised of magical purple energies and shadows, taking on humanoid shapes, horrifically turn on each other.

“As a result, this race ‘understands’ r’luh, magic, far better than most in the multiverse,” The Moon Lord extends their left hand towards the earth below, “The seed has grown into a fine tree with bountiful fruit. And now… it’s time for the harvest.”

Suddenly, the entity’s eyes narrow in response to the gathering forces that flew up towards the eldritch. Humanoid shadows of all shapes and sizes - big, small, scrawny, fat, fit, male, and female (seemingly, although it’s hard to tell) - are braced for combat. Various individuals take on a plethora of energized colors, but what remains consistent is their shadowy composition while the energized colors form their eyes and mouths.

Spells of infinite variety are prepared - sparks crackling, fire breaming to life, shadows elongating from the caster’s forms, and even light itself goes on the offense. And other magics that simply cannot be described nor comprehended.

The Nebula’magais all unleash their world-shaking, reality-defying prowess. But the Moon Lord’s extended arm conjures forth a series of black holes of which the eldritch intends to suck in the opposition’s efforts. However, six individuals of the Nebula’magai manifest themselves following black clouds of darkness and multicolored beams of energy - notably orange, blue, yellow, purple, white, and pink.

Each individual wore a cloak and hoodie, which matched the appropriate coloration of the beam they appeared from. All while keeping their hazy appearance, although the energy that made their ‘eyes’ also matched the color of their cloak.

The new arrivals extend their arms and, shockingly, close the black holes that had been manifested by the eldritch. Because of this, every attack the alien race had unleashed still careens toward the Moon Lord undisturbed.

The Moon Lord’s eyes widen, and a flash of blinding light ensues as the attacks of the Nebulas make contact. Razeem roars in pain as the monstrosity takes the relentless assault in full force, green streams of ichor starting to flow from areas of impact.

The assault ceases, and the Nebula’magai observe their handiwork as the Moon Lord grabs onto its damaged form while leaning forth - its uncomprehensible version of breathing become struggled.

“Y'... Y' underestimated ymg' nilgh'ri…”

“Yes, bringer of doom,” One of the six Nebulas, the pink one, comments with a male and female tone. Garnering a surprised look from the eldritch. “You have indeed underestimated our kind.”

“You understand me…?” The Moon Lord inquires.

“Of course, we can,” The orange newcomer responds, their tone matching their pink ally. “Although you have taken on a sort of transformation, we know who you are,” Their energized eyes narrow, “Who you truly are.”

“No…” The purple individual said. “It’d be more accurate to say that you’re just a shell of your former self. You’ve changed. You’ve progressed and regressed in tandem, as evident by your current form.”

A momentary pause.

“Cthulhu,” The six nebula’magai say in unison.

……….

During their conversation, the white member of their party looks toward their fellow nebula’magais and seemingly tells them to tend to other affairs in their race’s own language. As a result, many other individuals start to descend back to the earth below - tending to the damages caused by crazed individuals while contending with them in tandem.

……….

“Who are you? How do you know this?” Razeem inquires, their wounds still present. “You dare to defy me? And to insult me by facing me alone, ordering the rest of your kind to leave?” It growls. “Such arrogance.”

“We are not arrogant, but we are the strongest of our kind,” The yellow Nebula responds. “We will be more than efficient, and I am Lashar, the Yellow.”

“I am Parishka, the Pink,” The pink Nebula starts as they float alongside the others, the group forming a wall as they float side by side.

“I am Therase, the Purple.”

“I am Beltrix, the White.”

“I am Ortum, the Orange.”

“I am Lextrum, the Blue.”

The six aliens power up in unison; their bodies are now in their own coloration of auras while their cloaks flutter and their hoods keep their visages hidden.

“And we are the Six Prisms!”

The Six Prisms charge forth in a beam of light and darkness, said light taking on their respective coloration.

Both Lextrum and Lashar conjure forth what best could be described as a silver and purple gauntlet, the apparel forming from a shroud of darkness and worn on their right hand.

The gauntlets glow with a pink and purple vortex of spinning energy, and as the duo extends their limbs, they shout:

“From Orion’s Belt to the palm of our hands, Nebula Blaze!”

A relentless barrage of light-purple and pink vortexes are let loose and travel at a considerable speed to the point that they leave two streams of spiraling energy.

True to their speed, the projectiles don’t offer the Moon Lord any chance for retaliation nor defence. And while some of the projectiles cut off several of Razeem’s tentacle appendages, others began to explode on impact, leaving behind further wounds on the eldritch’s body.

But before the Moon Lord could regain their composure, both Therase and Ortum capitalize on their allies’ efforts. During their rapid approach, the duo raises their arms in unison and conjures forth a dark-purple orb that’s orbited by a pink ring of energy.

The duo stops before the Moon Lord, whose eyes fixate upon them. And as Therase and Ortum float their orbs between the palms of their hands, they shout:

“From across the cosmos, we conjure masses of astral energy to chase down our foe,” The aliens aim their orbs towards the Moon Lord in perfect sync, “Nebula Arcanum!”

A series of what can be described as a spinning purple portal with a light-purple center are unleashed on the Moon Lord. And as these anomalies moved toward the horror, they traveled within an accompanying surrounding of black, red, and purple hazes.

This results in an earth-shaking explosion, and the Moon Lord’s body becomes covered behind a cloud of magical residue and gases. After a few moments, the form of the eldritch starts to fall to the earth below, crashing down with the force of a town-sized meteorite.

The Six Prisms look down upon their fallen foe, and the madness that the eldritch had caused seems to cease in response. Various members of their kind began to recover from their crazed states, and efforts are starting to take place in reparations of wrecked cities and landscapes.

The Six Prisms turn to one another and give a congratulative bow. Then, five of them turn towards the purple individual, Therase, and once again bow the upper portions of their bodies before saying in unison:

“Thank you, Master Therase.”

Therase nods and sheds the cloak that hid their features, revealing the very same individual who spotted the Moon Lord’s appearance in their world.

“You’ve all made me proud, my Prisms,” Therase starts, garnering grateful expressions from the Prisms. “With this victory, I am more than convinced you-”

Suddenly, Therase’s world glitches and breaks apart all around them, and what they see absolutely dumbfounds the nebula’magai. Once a lavender globe of powerful and mysterious life forms, their world was now utterly ruined—an absolute wasteland.

Winds kicked up dust clouds of lavender, and Therase’s eyes widened when they saw several torn fabrics laid on the ground before them: the remains of the other five Prisms. In addition, a sickening presence of screams greets the nebula’magai’s ‘ears.’

“Did you enjoy that dream I’ve made for you?” The voice of the Moon Lord echoes from above, and as Therase looks upward, the shadowy alien takes notice of a horrifying sight:

Three large pillars made entirely of grotesque flesh float behind the Moon Lord and are the source of those ear-piercing screams. To the left hovers a green abomination and a sun-orange culmination of flesh to the right. But in the middle, Therase drops onto their knees as they could sense the familiar energies of its own kind coming from this outward creation: the Nebula Pillar.

Absolute sorrow festers within Therase’s form, their energized lavender eyes lifting in the representation of sadness.

“Don’t be sad; it’ll be alright,” Razeem mocks. “This is not the time for sorrow but celebration!” The eldritch emphasizes with outstretched arms. “This night, your world gets to serve a far higher purpose. You should feel privileged, for I have deemed your species worthy of servitude to the almighty one - me.”

Therase looks back down to the ground and leans forth, their hands digging into the ground as they wept in loss of everything they had ever known on all fours.

“I’m sure you must be wondering why I put you under a trance,” Razeem starts. “And the answer is simple: I know what you can do alongside your race. If I allowed you to act as the conduit for your race, channeling their powers into yourself, it would cause… complications. I merely acted ignorant, that's all.”

During those words, absolute fury starts to manifest within Therase’s body. And at the very moment Razeem had stopped speaking, a purple and black aura overcomes the nebula’magai.

The Moon Lord narrows its expression in response to the phenomenon. “You still have some fight left in you?” Chuckling ensues, “Wonderful. Then please, by all means, show me what you can do.”

Therase could only barely sense it, but it was there. And with their hands planted into the earth, it’s revealed that they have started to channel power from the very planet itself. But the more energy they channeled, the more the world began to lose its bright lavender aura.

“Ahahahahahaha! Wonderful!” The Moon Lord bellows. “Yes! Come, stand against me! You will serve as a warning to all who try to defy the great, Razeem!”

Therase’s body undergoes a drastic change as the powers they had gathered engulf them within a black and purple sphere. The sphere then began to sprout limbs: two legs, two arms, and a head - resulting in a new humanoid entity, but also the same.

“Monsteeeeeeeeeeeer!!!” Therase roars out, their voice echoing as if thousands of matching voices spoke in tandem. “If you are truly as mighty as you say you are!” Therase forms a triangle before them with their hands, and a powerful series of multicolored energy gathers itself.

“Then don’t try to dodge this!”

As Therase’s attack builds up, the landscape around them quakes in response, and the air seemingly becomes pressurized. But the nebula’magai only fixated their angered gaze upon the embodiment of their pure hatred. And a small rotating transparent pyramid is now formed within Therase’s palms.

The Moon lord chuckles. “Very well,” The eldritch braces itself with closed fists, “I’ll play along. Go ahead. Fire at will.”

Therase extended their arms forward, and all they could think about while their attack was readied were the unfathomable amount of life that had been swept away by the Moon Lord’s actions. But above all, and although they cared deeply for every last nebula’magai taken, the other five Prisms had broken Therase’s heart the most. And with them in mind, Therase spoke:

“This spell… I meant to teach it to them as part of their graduation ceremony.” Several thin beams of lights - each one taking on a color similar to the former Prisms - protrude outward and start to dance around in a cylinder rotation.

“But you… you snuffed them out! You’ve destroyed everything we loved! Everything our ancestors created!”

“Whoops,” The Moon Lord retorts simply.

The dancing beams of multicolored lights began to converge, and with the thoughts of their fallen students going through Therase’s mind, the nebula’magai growls towards the eldritch.

“In honor of my students, and for all of my fellow nebula’magai, I dub this spell,” The beams combine and meld together, resulting in one powerful beam of such incredible magnitude.

“LAST PRISM!!!”

The blast is unleashed, and the very air around it is burned as the attack draws closer to the Moon Lord - who simply mocks and laughs with closed eyes.

“Oh, how cute, you named it-” Razeems opens their eyes and notices the encroaching blast, “Oh…”

The blast completely overtakes the Moon Lord’s body, as do the three pillars that float behind the atrocity. The beam proceeds to travel high into the sky and escapes the planet’s atmosphere and orbit before going uncontested into the dark depths of space.

The beam soon dies down and sizzles away, leaving behind a weakened Therase, who seemingly loses their power-up and regresses into their former state. But upon inspecting their works, Therase could only hope that their attack was enough to-

“Hmmm. Not bad, nebula’magai,” The haunting voice of the Moon Lord echoes out before reality once again severs itself, revealing an unharmed abomination with its three pillars in tow.

“You coward!” Therase roars out after recovering from shock but falls onto their knees once more.

“Coward?” Razeem genuinely asks in confusion before chuckling. “No. I’m simply showing you why it is futile to resist my power.”

The Moon Lord manifests imitations of various individuals, all of which are too chaotic to explain or comprehend adequately.

“You see, those of my father’s bloodline excel in mental manipulation and prowess - illusions, reality-bending, warped perceptions - these are just examples, and all are mere playthings for our minds to sculpt to our heart’s content,” The eldritch places an index finger to their forehead.

“It doesn’t matter how powerful my opponent is; it is meaningless due to their mind being inferior to my own. This is the beauty of the House of Yog-Sothoth.”

“Do not say your progenitor’s name so casually! You are not worthy to say it!” Therase booms out. “You may be their offspring, but Magai Yog is nothing like you!”

“Fool,” Razeem responds after a scoff. “Do you really think that my father is a benign eldritch, hmm? He may have spawned your race, but who do you think I learned to turn entire worlds into ‘pillars’ from?”

Therase’s eyes widen. “N-no… I refuse to believe that! It’s not true!”

“It is the truth,” The eldritch responds before raising its arms high into the air, “Where I can only turn entire worlds and their denizens into my pillars, at least, for now, my father could assimilate entire universes!”

Therase’s gaze falls downward. “Our creator… n-no…”

Razeem’s laughter once again echoes. “Did he not tell you that?” The eldritch makes clicking sounds. “Shame on him.”

Therase’s eyes close as the energy that forms them morphs into two slits, and the voices of a distant memory from Therase’s past plays out in their mind.

Magai Yog! Magai Yog!” Therase’s voice, noticeably younger, calls out. However, the tone retains its mixture of male and female. “My apologies for showing up late for our lessons!”

“Think nothing of it, my boy,” The voice of Yog responds, deep and silky smooth. “I was finishing up here, so your timing is impeccable.”

“So, what’s today’s lesson going to be, master?”

Yog chuckles. “Always eager to learn, Therase. That’s good. However, always remember that trying to learn too quickly can have its own risks. Especially when magic is concerned.”

“Understood, master.”

“There’s no need to use such a title with me. Just Yog will be fine.”

“I respectfully must protest! I mean, you’re the creator! You created the magical energies that spawned our race! Why it’s an honor just stepping into that door and being graced with your presence!”

Yog sighs in defeat. “I guess there’s no convincing you to drop that title?”

“Nnnnope!”

“Very well, then. Now, we shall begin with-”

“A-actually, master, can I ask you something?”

“Oh? Why, of course, you can. I am Yog, after all. So I can certainly provide the answer if there's a question.”

“Well…” Therase sighs. “Why did you choose me?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Why choose me? I mean, I’m grateful! I’ve learned so much in the time we’ve spent together. B-but…”

“You needn’t say it, Therase,” Yog injects. “You feel inadequate in comparison to your fellow nebula’magai?”

“...Y-yes. My powers aren’t all that great, and there are certainly others who can leave me in the dust in all fields of magic. I guess,” Therase sighs, “I don’t know… I just can’t understand why you chose me.”

“Listen to me, Therase. I chose you not because of your powers, and yes, they are indeed lacking.”

Therase sighs. “I know…”

“But! It takes far more than just power alone to lead an entire race. It takes heart, courage, discipline, and even the strength to make tough choices. There are many variables to being a great leader, but you know what I think is the best trait of all?”

“What is it?”

“The truest victory - for any leader, is positively stirring the hearts of their people. That, Therase, is the best sign that you’re performing your duties right.”

“But am I doing a good job so far?”

“Let’s go find out.”

“Wait, what?!”

“It is complete, and I’m satisfied now,” The Moon Lord comments. “Farewell. For entertaining me, I’ll allow you to inhabit this dead, cold-”

“I don’t care!” Therase roars out from below.

“Hmmm?” Razeem inquires with narrowed eyes.

“I don’t care about what Yog did in the past, for that’s exactly what it is - the past!” Therase lifts themself onto their feet. “That Yog is not the one I knew, and I’ll stand by that to the very end.”

Razeem scoffs. “Such a pathetic senti-”

“However!” The nebula’magai interjects. “I’m not doing this for him!” Therase raises their right hand upward and prepares another attack, but they can conjure a small sphere of black and purple energy due to their weakened state.

But Therase did not care. They didn’t even care if this attack would work. What mattered most to the nebula’magai was simply trying. Therase roars out, shifts their stance, and prepares to throw the ball of energy.

The projectile is thrown, and as it traverses toward the Moon Lord, another memory spike occurs.

“Therase! Therase! Therase!”

The combined voices of countless individuals roar out in celebration.

“Wh-what?” The younger Therase inquires. “B-but, how did they even know-”

“I might’ve told them that you’d be here today,” Yog interjects.

Therase remains silent as the cheers continue to explode outward. And as the nebula’magai stared down from the balcony in shock, Yog chuckles before stating:

“Suffice to say: yes. You are doing a great job so far. Now, you need only maintain and improve… without me.”

“W-without you…?”

“Yes, Therase. I must leave you now, for I am needed elsewhere. A great battle shall commence, but you and the nebula’magai shall not get involved. Not as long as I can help it.”

“B-battle? Wait, but, master! If you have to fight, we can-”

“You are not ready, and I won’t allow you to do so even if you were,” Yog interjects with authority. “As I said, I won’t allow you all to get involved. My fight is not your own.”

“T-thank you, mas- Magai Yog. For everything.”

“You will lead them well, and I have no doubt you will make the rulers of the past proud. Farewell, Therase.”

The attack let loose by Therase is mere moments from making an impact, but Razeem simply lifts their right hand and flicks it away effortlessly. However, several more follow suit as the nebula’magai below exclaims:

“For my people!”

A barrage of blasts occurs, and as Therase continues to rage against the eldritch above, the nebula’s body shockingly starts to fade. The more they pushed forth with the attack, the more it seemed to affect their body.

“Now this is just sad,” Razeem comments, not even bothering to flick away the blasts as the eldritch allows the attacks to meet their form with crossed arms - to no avail. “You’re going to kill yourself with this pitiful display of resistance?”

“I don’t care how you see it!” Therase roars out, slowly fading away as the assault continues. “But etch this into that abominable skull: always remember that we fought you to the very end! You took my people, and it’s only right that I meet my end here and now alongside them!”

“Hahaha! You’re just as foolish of a leader as the others,” Razeem retorts, gesturing towards the Solar and Vortex Pillars. “Do you see these two pillars? That is the result of the leaders who did exactly what you’re doing now. I once even killed a Sun Goddess from a land of sentient ponies, but that damned clown ruined my plans for another pillar.”

“Then they all have my respect!” Therase defies, still unleashing their attack without any sign of letting up. But then, in a sudden display of absolute shock, the three pillars start to glow, and a barrier is erected around the Moon Lord.

“What?!” The eldritch shouts in shock, looking back to the three pillars. “You, dare?! You all belong to me!”

The Moon Lord starts to slam its fists against the barrier, and Therase’s attacks cease in response, looking upwards and towards the shocking phenomenon.

“Run away!”

“Leave!”

“Warn everyone!”

“Please, escape!”

“Live!”

“Don’t die!”

“Life!”

“Live!”

“Go now!”

“Life!”

“Warn everyone!”

“Protect life!”

A series of voices cries out to Therase, originating from the pillars themselves.

“Don’t sacrifice yourself!”

“Live!”

“Get stronger!”

“Avenge us later!”

“Warn them all!”

“Find help!”

“Protect life!”

“Life!”

“Life!”

“Life!”

“Life!”

“Life!”

“Life!”

Suddenly, the chanting voices go silent, and six forms of energies manifest. Each one takes on different shapes and colorations, but they all seem to have a connection to the three pillars.

A portal opens up behind Therase, although the nebula’magai doesn’t take notice of it as they stare in shock at the anomalies before them.

“Remember!”

“Remember!”

“Remember!”

“Protect life!”

“Protect life!”

“Protect life!”

An invisible force pushes Therase into the portal, causing the shadowy alien lifeform to roll on a field of grass and dirt in the blanket of night. And as Therase looks back to the closing portal, the six energy anomalies say a few parting words before the breach closes indefinitely.

“Terraria!”

“Terraria!”

“Terraria!”

“Prepare!”

“Protect!”

“Life!”

Man, it's been quite a ride ladies and gents. Alas, Mena and I have decided to put this series on a hiatus - but we will drop chapters here and there to keep the interest flowing.

The hiatus won't be for too long, and we appreciate all the support you've all given us ever since this story's creation!