"So, what is your decision?" Old Man First asked at last, his tone calm yet carrying a weight that pressed upon the silence of the golden realm. His gaze rested firmly on Max, studying the young man who stood before the flowing streams of time and space that surrounded them like living rivers of light. "Are you ready to walk this path that no one in the history of the Divine Realm has ever dared to walk before?"
His words lingered in the air like echoes that refused to fade, each one striking deeper into Max's thoughts.
Max did not answer immediately. His expression was unreadable, his eyes reflecting the ever-shifting lights of the River of Continuum. Inside, however, his mind was far from still. He was thinking of the world he had left behind—the world that was still at war.
Acaris.
Images flashed in his mind: the burning skies, the cries of battle, the endless struggle against the demons and the nulls who sought to devour everything.
