When a God of Destruction Was Reincarnated in Tensura:

The Cardinal World was unrecognizable from the shattered remnants it had been years ago.

After 10 years, the people of the world now lived in a united, prosperous world where greed and ambition were no longer the primary driving forces. The harsh lessons learned from their near-destruction were ingrained into the minds of the populace, and no longer would they allow chaos to dominate.

The Cardinal World was reborn—not just in terms of infrastructure but in the hearts of its people, who had learned to work together for the common good.

But humans forget, humans are greedy, humans are jealous envious and humans forget...

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Though Artemis was destroyed by Beerus, his shadow lingered in the Cardinal World—not as chaotic energy or residual magic, but through the actions of those who once served him. Among the minions of Artemis, a select few had managed to escape the battle, retreating into the dark corners of the world. These were his most cunning and devious subordinates, those who specialized not in brute force but in manipulation and subterfuge.

They vowed vengeance upon the world that had defied their master, swearing to continue his vision of a "perfect rebirth" by more insidious means. They understood that humans, with their greed, ambition, and hunger for power, were the perfect tools to bring about destruction from within.

Artemis's hidden minions were not ordinary creatures—they were the most dangerous manipulators of his army, skilled in exploiting the darkest aspects of mortal nature.

Drekanis, the Shadow Architect

Drekanis was Artemis's chief strategist, a master manipulator who specialized in sowing discord and turning allies against one another. After Artemis's fall, Drekanis went into hiding, carefully observing the nations as they rebuilt. He believed that the key to their destruction lay in exploiting their leaders' ambitions and greed.

Abilities: Mind control, illusion magic, and the ability to corrupt others by amplifying their darkest desires.

Myrrana, the Seductress of Chaos

Myrrana was a succubus-like being whose charm and guile were unparalleled. She used promises of power, immortality, and wealth to lure mortals into servitude. Myrrana's goal was to infiltrate influential circles, spreading Artemis's ideology among the most powerful leaders in the world.

Abilities: Charms, persuasive magic, and the ability to sow paranoia and distrust among allies.

Ravok, the Whisperer

A spectral entity that thrived on fear and chaos, Ravok was Artemis's most loyal enforcer. He worked in the shadows, targeting influential figures and corrupting them from within. Ravok was also capable of summoning chaotic beasts to wreak havoc.

Abilities: Possession, fear-inducing magic, and summoning creatures infused with Artemis's chaotic essence.

The surviving minions knew they could not challenge the Demon Lords or Beerus directly, so they shifted their focus to humanity. They believed that the greed, ambition, and hunger for power inherent in humans made them the perfect pawns for their schemes.

In the dark depths of an abandoned fortress hidden within the mountains of an uncharted land, Artemis's surviving minions gathered in secret. The room was dimly lit, its air thick with lingering chaos energy. At the head of the table sat Drekanis, the Shadow Architect, his sinister gaze sweeping across the room, where Myrrana, the Seductress of Chaos, and Ravok, the Whisperer, stood among several lesser followers. They were shrouded in a foreboding aura, each exuding malevolence as they began plotting the next phase of their revenge.

The Gathering

Drekanis tapped his long, clawed fingers on the edge of the ancient table, the sound echoing ominously in the cavernous hall.

Drekanis: "Years have passed since Beerus erased our master from existence. And in that time, these mortals—these insects—have dared to rebuild their pathetic world. They have forgotten the name of Artemis. But we, his true disciples, will ensure that his vision of a perfect rebirth comes to fruition. No matter how long it takes."

Myrrana leaned back in her seat, her enchanting voice dripping with mockery.

Myrrana: "Humans and their fickle memories... Give them a few seasons of peace, and they believe themselves untouchable. Their alliances are fragile, held together by scraps of treaties and promises. But their greed, oh, their insatiable greed, will be their undoing. It always is."

Ravok's spectral form hovered in the shadows, his voice a chilling whisper that seemed to seep into the minds of those present.

Ravok: "The leaders of this world may have strengthened their armies, but their hearts remain weak. Fear will unravel their resolve. Greed will shatter their unity. All we must do is push them in the right direction."

Drekanis unfurled a large, enchanted map of the Cardinal World, the intricate details of every kingdom, nation, and territory glowing faintly under his touch. With a cruel grin, he pointed to specific regions, his claw leaving scorch marks where it hovered.

Drekanis: "The Eastern Empire... Ah, once a symbol of dominance and power. Though they were humbled during the war, remnants of their old ambition remain. Their hunger for expansion will be easy to manipulate. A few whispered promises of regained glory, and they will march to our tune."

Myrrana leaned closer to the map, her finger tracing over the smaller, weaker nations that bordered the larger powers.

Myrrana: "And these... the smaller nations... They are ripe for the taking. Their leaders are desperate for protection, for allies. With a little charm and a few well-placed puppets, we can turn them into unwitting pawns. Imagine their armies fighting battles they don't even understand, while we watch from the shadows."

Ravok let out a low, hollow chuckle, his spectral form swirling around the room like smoke.

Ravok: "The alliances forged by the Demon Lords may seem unbreakable, but alliances built on fear and necessity are fragile. We will infiltrate their councils, whisper doubts into their ears. A false assassination here, a staged attack there... Soon enough, their trust will crumble, and they will turn on one another."

Drekanis raised a hand to silence his compatriots, his voice cutting through the dark energy in the room.

Drekanis: "Our strategy is twofold. First, we infiltrate the Eastern Empire. Its people still dream of their former dominance, and their new leaders are untested. They will be the spearhead of our chaos, the instigators of war. Second, we target the smaller nations. They are weak, divided, and easily influenced. Once they are under our control, we will use them as leverage to destabilize the alliances."

Myrrana smirked, her eyes gleaming with malice.

Myrrana: "And what of the Demon Lords? They've been meddling far too much in mortal affairs. Shouldn't we... distract them?"

Ravok's voice slithered into the conversation, his tone filled with grim satisfaction.

Ravok: "Indeed. The Demon Lords may be powerful, but even they are not immune to fear and betrayal. We plant seeds of doubt among them, turn them against one another. If they suspect each other of treachery, they will waste their strength fighting their own battles. By the time they realize the truth, it will be too late."

Drekanis stood, his dark aura radiating authority.

Drekanis: "It begins now. Myrrana, infiltrate the courts of the Eastern Empire. Turn their ambitions into weapons for our cause. Ravok, spread your whispers among the smaller nations. Find their weaknesses and exploit them. As for me, I will ensure the alliances remain fragile, playing each nation against the other. Artemis's dream of perfection will rise from the ashes of their greed and chaos."

Myrrana bowed with a sly smile.

Myrrana: "Consider it done. These mortals are like clay, so easy to mold... and break."

Ravok's spectral form shimmered as he laughed, his voice fading into the shadows.

Ravok: "Their fear will be their undoing. And when they finally see the truth, it will be far too late."

As the dark meeting ended, the minions of Artemis dispersed, their sinister plans set into motion. Across the Cardinal World, whispers of unrest and strange happenings began to emerge. Leaders found themselves tempted by offers too good to refuse, nations teetered on the brink of conflict, and fear began to seep into the hearts of even the most stalwart defenders.

Unbeknownst to the world, the shadow of Artemis lingered, and his surviving minions worked tirelessly to bring about the chaos and destruction he had envisioned—a rebirth through fire, fear, and greed. The question was not if the world would fall into chaos again, but when.