"W-Who?" His voice cracked. His aura fluctuated violently.
He wasn't just afraid.
He was terrified.
The presence ignored him.
"I'm sorry you had to witness this, my daughters," the voice said, warm yet unbearably distant, like the sound of a father whose hands had shaped universes. "But it was necessary. For you… and for him."
The pebble pulsed again. Ethan's broken body flickered, threads of golden-silver light stitching around him like the first strokes of a divine brush.
"The other three will join you soon, and you will be complete. Until then… witness the birth of a true being of Order."
The sky split open, not ripped, not torn.
It opened, like a curtain drawn aside by an invisible hand.
Starlight poured through. Cold beyond cold. Silence beyond silence.
And the voice spoke one final time, each word bending the world into reverence.
"My son… Ethan Voryn Aetherforge Kael'Dri."
