Pantocrator's Ladmass: The Genesis of the Million-Galaxy Plateau
Colossal artificially constructed plateau spanning a million galaxies serving as the territory of the Omnium Theocracy.
Uzhyr
repositioning galaxies
million galaxies
haven of order
nine years
epitaph's silence
elysian astronomy upheaval
The *Pantocrator's Ladmass, sometimes referred to as the Divine Expanse or Uzhyr's Dominion*, is a colossal, artificially constructed plateau spanning a million galaxies in breadth. It serves as the physical territory of the Omnium Theocracy, a nation founded and ruled by the primordial god Uzhyr. This unique celestial structure, described in the chronicles of the Wars of the Cosmos, is not a naturally occurring phenomenon, but rather a deliberate creation of Uzhyr, fashioned from the very fabric of spacetime itself. The circumstances and method of its creation remain a closely guarded secret, known only to Uzhyr and a select few of his divine progeny.
Background
Prior to the Ladmass's genesis, Uzhyr had been engaged in an unending vigil, guarding the Black Epitaph, a horrific wound in reality opened by the death of The Ravager. This epitaph was a constant source of cosmic dread, periodically spewing forth monstrous Devourer-gods and impossible beings into the universe. For countless aeons, Uzhyr stood as the cosmos's silent guardian, single-handedly repelling these incursions and maintaining a precarious stability. Civilizations rose and fell, empires flourished and crumbled, all unaware of the primordial god's ceaseless efforts to protect them from the horrors of the epitaph.
Primordial god Uzhyr depicted guarding the Black Epitaph, a source of cosmic dread.The Epitaph's Silence
Aeons turned into epochs, and still, Uzhyr maintained his lonely watch. He had become a fixture of the cosmic landscape, a radiant entity perpetually positioned near the gaping maw of the Black Epitaph. To the nascent civilizations that occasionally ventured close enough to perceive him, he was mistaken for a particularly bright star, his true nature and purpose utterly beyond their comprehension. His vigil was marked by a grim regularity: the epitaph would groan, reality around it would warp and twist, and monstrous entities would emerge, only to be met by the unwavering might of Uzhyr and his warhammer, The Entomber of Gods.
However, after ten aeons of this ceaseless cycle, an anomaly occurred. The epitaph growled, a familiar, terrifying sound that echoed across spacetime, corrupting nearby celestial bodies into grotesque parodies of their former selves. Uzhyr, ever vigilant, readied himself for the inevitable emergence of another cosmic horror. He grasped the Entomber of Gods, its weight a familiar comfort, and steeled his resolve for yet another duel against the abyss. The epitaph exhaled, a gust of unimaginable dread that rippled through the cosmos. It exhaled again, and again, each breath pregnant with the promise of destruction. Then, silence.
The living elegy had breathed, but no creature emerged. Uzhyr was stunned. In all of eternity, such a thing had never happened. The epitaph’s function, its very nature, was to unleash horrors upon the cosmos. Yet, this time, it was silent, empty. Even Uzhyr, a being of immense cosmic understanding, found this impossible to comprehend. He remained motionless, staring into the abyss, his mind grappling with this unprecedented event. For decades he stood there, unblinking, unmoving, lost in contemplation. The cosmos, unknowingly, held its breath alongside him.
A Cosmic Decision
Decades turned into centuries as Uzhyr remained locked in thought, his gaze fixed upon the silent epitaph. The universe, left to its own devices for what was essentially its entire recorded history, had become a chaotic tapestry of conflicting wills and divergent destinies. In his stead, errant forces had been allowed to fester and proliferate. The primordial god, for the first time since the universe's dawn, considered turning his back on his vigil. His name, once perhaps whispered in the primordial ether, was now entirely forgotten, save by himself, his consort Morsvitae, the Ravager, and a handful of spectral echoes from a cataclysmic past.
Should he intervene? Should he, the forgotten guardian, once again take a hand in the affairs of the cosmos? The question weighed heavily upon him. Minutes stretched into hours, hours into days, days into years, and years into decades. Two full decades passed as Uzhyr gazed into the abyss, pondering the ineffable mysteries that lurked within and the chaotic universe that lay beyond.
And then, he chose to act.
For the first time in eternity, Uzhyr slowly, deliberately, turned his back upon the Black Epitaph. His gaze swept across the cosmos, taking in the vast expanse he had long neglected. He saw the burgeoning civilizations, their triumphs and follies, their struggles and aspirations, all unfolding without his guidance, vulnerable to the myriad dangers of a universe teetering on the brink of chaos. A profound sense of purpose, long dormant beneath the weight of his vigil, stirred within him. He would not abandon the cosmos entirely, but he would guide it in a new way, a way that would not require his constant, solitary defense against the epitaph's horrors.
The Genesis of the Ladmass
With a newfound resolve, Uzhyr raised his arms. From the gauntleted palms of his colossal hands, two orbs of pure, lucent energy erupted forth. These radiant spheres trailed away into infinity, twin beacons of nascent creation. Closing his eyes, Uzhyr inhaled deeply, drawing upon the immense power that resided within him, the power that had shaped universes and felled primordial entities. He began to manipulate the very fabric of ether and spacetime, his will shaping the fundamental forces of reality.
Uzhyr is shown manipulating spacetime to reposition galaxies, initiating the Ladmass genesis.Repositioning of Galaxies
Uzhyr's intent was not destruction, but rearrangement, a Cosmic Re-ordering on a scale previously unimaginable. He meticulously began to reposition galaxies, vast islands of stars and worlds, across the cosmic canvas. Thousands upon thousands of galaxies shifted and drifted, responding to the silent command of the primordial god. With painstaking care, Uzhyr ensured that the civilizations dwelling within these galaxies remained unharmed. His manipulation of spacetime was so precise, so delicate, that the only consequence for these civilizations would be a subtle, yet profound, shift in their night skies. Their astronomical charts would be rendered inaccurate, their constellations rearranged, their understanding of the cosmos subtly altered. For any species possessing the science to chart the heavens, a perplexing astronomical anomaly would be observed – a period of intense celestial upheaval, followed by a new, unfamiliar arrangement of stars and galaxies.
For nine years, according to the reckoning of the Elysian Technate who would later settle upon the Ladmass, this cosmic rearrangement continued. The two orbs of light, emanating from Uzhyr, cascaded through the void, guiding the galactic repositioning. As he finalized the rearrangement of a million galaxies, the twin orbs coalesced, merging into a single, incandescent sphere of white light. This sphere grew to unfathomable size, expanding and flattening, taking on an oval shape, a vast disc of pure potential.
The Plateau Takes Shape
From this sphere of light, a tangible reality began to coalesce. Color and form emerged from the incandescent radiance. A flatland, a plateau of unimaginable scale, materialized into existence. The Pantocrator's Ladmass was born. Stretching across a million galaxies, this colossal structure was undeniably real, solid, and present within the fabric of spacetime. Uzhyr, in his planet-sized form, teleported onto its newly formed terrain, landing with a thud that would have shattered lesser worlds. Yet, upon the Ladmass, even his immense form felt dwarfed by the sheer scale of his creation. A wave of euphoria washed over him. This was it. This was the land, the foundation, upon which he would build his theocracy, his nation of order and sanctuary. This plateau, the size of a million galaxies, would be a haven for the peoples of the cosmos, a place where they could settle willingly under his rule, shielded from the encroaching darkness. Here, under his light, they would find refuge and purpose, rearranged and ordered against the chaos of the wider universe. He would be the Pantocrator, the sole ruler, the divine shepherd of this vast, new dominion.
Aftermath and Purpose
The creation of the Pantocrator's Ladmass was an act of cosmic engineering on an unparalleled scale. It was a testament to Uzhyr's power, his resolve, and his evolving purpose. However, the genesis of this million-galaxy plateau was not without its ripples and repercussions.
The Pantocrator's Ladmass is visualized as a massive plateau spanning a million galaxies.Elysian Astronomy Ablaze
The most immediate consequence of Uzhyr's actions was felt by the Elysians of the Technate of Elysia, who resided in the galaxy of Uran, positioned near the Black Epitaph. As Uzhyr rearranged galaxies, the Elysian astronomers witnessed a celestial firestorm. For nine years, their skies were in turmoil, a chaotic ballet of shifting stars and galaxies. Established constellations dissolved, familiar nebulae vanished, and new celestial phenomena appeared with bewildering rapidity. Elysian astronomy, a science meticulously built over millennia, was thrown into disarray. For a time, the very predictability of the cosmos, a cornerstone of Elysian understanding, seemed to unravel. Only after nearly a decade did the celestial dust settle, revealing a new, unfamiliar cosmic order. This period became known in Elysian chronicles as the "Astral Conflagration," a time of both scientific upheaval and a strange, unsettling beauty as the heavens themselves seemed to be reborn.
A Haven of Order
The true purpose behind the Ladmass's creation was not merely a display of divine power, but a profound act of cosmic compassion, albeit one tinged with Uzhyr's inherent desire for order and control. In a universe rife with chaos, destruction, and endless conflict, Uzhyr sought to carve out a sanctuary, a haven where life could flourish under his benevolent, albeit absolute, rule. The Pantocrator's Ladmass was intended to be precisely that – a voluntary nation, a place where species from across the cosmos could settle, free from the relentless entropy and violence of the wider universe, existing in a state of divinely ordained order. This motivation is further explored in the article, Cosmogony of the Pantocrator's Ladmass.
The Ladmass, therefore, became the physical manifestation of Uzhyr's will, a testament to his power and a promise of sanctuary. It was a world crafted for order, for peace, and for the preservation of life – under his unwavering dominion. The creation of the Pantocrator's Ladmass marked not just a cosmic event, but the dawn of a new era for the cosmos, an era defined by the rise of the Omnium Theocracy and the unending War for Eternity that would soon engulf it.