My Drill Is The Drill That Creates The Heavens Novels & Stories

“It can finally choose too.” The void suddenly trembled. A sound echoed through existence. Not a voice. Not an explosion. A heartbeat. Thump. Thump. Thump. Kael's Heart answered. Thump. Auren's Heart answered. Thump. Veyr's Heart answered. Then— every living thing across every universe answered. Thump. Thump. Thump. The First Creator fell to his knees. “No…” Kael looked at him. “What is happening?” The Creator whispered:

I know that voice. Who is it? Nero swallowed. The one who created me. Lyra's heart stopped. The Original Creator slowly lowered her hands. And whispered: The Mother Before All. Then the sky opened. And something enormous began descending from beyond creation. End of Chapter 141

But now, those golden and silver runes were bleeding a dark, oily purple. Around the perimeter of the central platform, eight giant dark-silver drill rigs had bored into the foundation stones. Steam and toxic fumes hissed from high-pressure vents as heavy mechanical siphons pumped raw, unrefined mana out of the earth and into a floating obsidian sphere floating above the Crucible’s altar. Standing before that altar was Primarch Valerius.

The front of the machine was dominated by a colossal, conical drill bit tipped with jagged ridges of pure diamond glass. "The records call it the Leviathan," Drax said, his voice echoing in the massive cavern. He wheeled his chair closer to the iron boarding ramp. "It does not run on coal or standard plasma. It runs on the mountain itself. But the ignition core..." The old General looked at Ashren. "...The ignition core requires a spark that only your bloodline can provide, Alpha. It was designed so that no enemy could ever steal it."

"On behalf of Priscus, myself, victims of the wars, and any other person who has suffered at your hands, I send you to Hell!" "No, no, Verus!" Drake said, raising his hands in protection like the coward that he was. "You can't do this! I created you!" "No," Verus said, shaking his head. "God created me! Now I'm sending you back to him! But I have a feeling he doesn't want you, so I'm sending you to the devil! Have fun, Titus ... in Hell!" And with that, Verus brought the knife down hard into Drake's chest, and then twisted, as blood poured from his mouth. Soon, his eyes became fixed.

A white seam opened across the heavens. Not lightning. A clean crack. The first drop bled through: cold silver, bright as a knife’s eye. “Aetheria,” I said—the high realm, light above law. It was bleeding. The brilliance widened. Night splintered. Stars slipped. The seam yawned, and for the first time since gods learned to speak carefully, the world saw what sat above its roof. The veil split. --- POV: Priestesses We were taught the sky was a bowl with a lid.

The spiral opening out and descending into the ground, leaving a steep staircase in its wake, leading off into the belly of the earth. “Come.” The Grand Priestess commands, before she begins to walk down the stairs, eventually disappearing into the darkness. “What is a needle used for?” I hadn’t notice Estelle following us into the tower, nor her standing quietly just behind me. She asked the question over my shoulder, almost directly into my ear. I turn to look at her, annoyance washing over me at the look of her smug expression. “What?” “A needle is used to sew. You plunge it into the fabric. Drawing together two items to create one. Much is the same here. The Maleficus Acus sits below the

The binary suns had set, and the permanent violet nebula of Earth was visible in the distance, a small, glowing reminder of the home we had left behind. "Four children, Elara," Killian whispered, pulling me against his slate grey chest. "Leo is our anchor. Toby is our reach. Maya is our pulse. And Lyra... ."Lyra is the bridge," I finished, leaning my head against his shoulder. "They are the four pillars of the new world. We did more than just survive the mud, Killian. We created a legacy that can withstand the vacuum of the stars." "The Sovereign Triage is reaching its final phase," Killian said, his silver eyes locking onto mine with a romantic, heavy intensity. "We go into the Abyss as one

The boy was shivering, his electric sapphire eyes fading back into the stormy sea of his father’s eyes. "Mama?" he whispered, his small hand reaching for her face. "I’ve got you, baby," Lyra breathed, her tears hitting his cold cheek. But as she prepared to fly down from the spire, a sudden, sharp vibration shook the entire world. The crimson vortex above didn't close. It opened. A massive, shadowy figure—larger than any mountain, with a thousand eyes that reflected the dead stars—began to rise from the center of the vortex. It was the Creator.

King Draco explains. Draco signals for his fellows to begin the chants as he ignites the fire below the paraphernalia then joins them outside the set-up. "O great and powerful forces of the unknown, make your servant acceptable to the prestigious crown whose heir's blood rises from the furnace." "You must close your eyes in order to envision the blessing of our cause," King Draco advises as the concoction warms. King Elon and mother shut their eyes in devotion to the chant, King Andriel shuts just one eye while Draco keeps blinking repeatedly taking peeks to access when the plumes start to rise from the concoction.