The Martial Unity

The suggestion of the Aquadites joining in was one that could not be dismissed by the Dessandrites.

"It is unlikely, Sheshank, that the Homoarachnoids have managed to bring the Aquadites on board with this war," one male Dessandrite spoke carefully. "After all, the Aquadites have diverted their resources in the opposite direction."

He was Lord Karthiken, the largest of them all, with muscles that were visible through the feathers in his body.

He was Alpha of the Septiri Tribe, a tribe of Dessandrites that traditionally specialized in building body mass and focused on attacking by gathering momentum from great heights.

He tapped at their territory in the hologram with a claw, pointing at their territory, drawing a line across it.

The Aquadite territory was unusually shaped. The Aquadites hadn't expanded outwards in all directions. Instead, they had focused on expanding towards the Sagittarious Star Strand, trying to get closer and closer to the Milky Way Core.

"They have no interest in this war," Lord Karthiken said with a thoughtful tone. "They refused invites from both us and the Homoarachnoids, and after ten years of this war, I can't imagine that they have any interest in changing their mind."

"Then that begs the question," A female homoarachnoid spoke with a concerned tone. "Why are the Homoarachnoids showing signs of mobilization at their shared boundary with the Aquadites?"

She had a fleeting presence, one that was lighter than the others. Her feathers were longer than any of the other Dessandrites in the room. She was Lord Maya, the Alpha of the Klaren Tribe.

"Until we find our why they are mobilizing, we cannot lower our guard."

It was troubling that none of them had an answer that made much sense. They were certain that the Homoarachnoid web Civilization, as abrasive as they could be sometimes, wouldn't randomly invade another civilization in the middle of an intense war with a peer.

That would be beyond foolish.

The fact that they couldn't come up with any plausible explanation was very distressing to the ten leaders of the Dessandrite Civilization.

But that wasn't the only concerning development.

"We have also discovered evidence that two Divine Mothers -o- and —oo-oo— have likely shifted from their posts," Another male Dessandrite remarked with sharpening eyes. "Based on the movements of their followers and devotees, it is likely that they are no longer in their home webs. We have no information on where they have gone, however."

That was also concerning.

Divine Mothers extremely powerful; the Dessandrites knew this.

"They can only be equaled by our Skyfathers," another female Dessandrite spoke with a tone of reverence. "However…"

Her chirping voice trailed off.

"If we don't know where the Divine Mothers are, then intercepting them will be extremely difficult," Sheshank continued her thought.

"However, it simply doesn't add up that the Divine Mothers would invade our territory to inflict as much damage as they possibly can," Lord Maya frowned. "That would force us to deploy our Skyfathers against their territory, and both our civilizations would significantly weaken ourselves against our other rivals. Smaller civilizations would grow bolder once we lose our Celestials. After all, that is often what separates us from them."

The price of deploying a Celestial like a Skyfather from the Dessandrites or a Divine Mother from the Homoarachnoids. They would often disappear for decades, if not centuries, making each deployment of a Skyfather extremely painful.

These were gods in flesh capable of bending reality itself to their will.

Neither the Homoarachnoids nor the Dessandrites were eager to expend their trump cards this wantonly. They were simply too precious. Most highly advanced civilizations that had such trump cards reserved them only for extremely important goals and objectives, like survival.

Or acquiring the key to the Universalis Mensis, if they ever found such a priceless existence.

"I do not believe that the Homoarachnoids are willing to deploy to Divine Mothers at this stage in the war."

An older male Dessandrite spoke with an aged chirp. His elderly eyes sharpened knowingly. "I have known the wicked six-legged for centuries, so I understand how they think. The only thing that can move a Divine Mother is… another Celestial."

The other Dessandrites in the cloudy haven looked flummoxed at those words.

"…I do not know what it means, but this is something that will undoubtedly affect us," the old man continued. "We must remain alert for anything. Anything is possible when a Celestial is involved."

The Dessandrite Civilization grew ever more concerned about the strange movements of the Homoarachnoid Civilization. As much as they hated their detestable enemies, they weren't stupid or foolish.

If they acted, it was for a reason.

The stakes of the war were everything. The war had begun because of the six-legged webbing lowlives continued to spread their filthy alien virus seeds into the domain of influence of the Dessandrite Civilization, infecting many worlds within their territories.

Both civilizations had reached the scale and proximity with each other such that even if their actions weren't explicitly targeted towards each other, they could very well affect each other.

The Dessandrites, being a race and a civilization that had never developed a symbiotic relationship with the infected worlds that it had come across its way, didn't care to tolerate the survival of a virus that sought to conquer the mind of the universe.

Not only had the Homoarachnoids refused to stop, but they went a step further.

They attacked.

It had led to the third Great Homoarachnoid-Dessandrite War.

A war that consumed a portion of the Orion Star Strand. A war between two civilizations that collectively had many dozens of millions of stars within their domain of influence.

The war had reached great intensity, but it had yet to escalate to the point of deploying their Celestials. For the first time since the war began, however, two Divine Mothers from the Homoarachnoid Web Civilization had moved together.

Nobody knew why.

Nobody knew where.

Nobody knew for how long.

All they knew was that the gods had begun to move.

It represented a potential escalation that would be disastrous for both civilizations.

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