The air in the **Ruins of Verath** was thick with ancient energy, swirling around Arian like a storm. His fingers brushed the cold, worn surface of the altar, each symbol etched into the stone seeming to pulse with life. The faint glow of the rift's power filled the room, and as Arian closed his eyes to concentrate, a vision overtook him.
Images flashed before his mind—violent storms, the birth of a realm, the explosion of chaotic energy—and at the center of it all, the **Celestial Sovereign**. His face, fierce yet mournful, appeared before Arian in a haze of light.
*"You were born of my sacrifice…"* The words echoed in Arian's mind, reverberating across the cosmos, sinking deep into his very soul.
The visions grew clearer—**Mars**, his home, floating amidst the shattered remnants of the **Second Major Realm**. It had not been created by chance or fate alone. It had been born out of the Celestial Sovereign's ultimate sacrifice, his essence woven into the very fabric of the realm, and from that sacrifice, Mars had emerged.
Arian gasped as the revelation struck him. **Mars** had been created from the collapse of the Second Major Realm, its very core infused with the energy of that lost world. The Celestial Sovereign's power, his life force, had somehow flowed into Mars, and from that, the Martian people had been born. They were not simply survivors of the **Second Major Realm**'s destruction—they were *children* of it.
*"You will shape your own fate…"* The Celestial Sovereign's voice rang out once more, sharp and final.
Arian stumbled backward, his hand clutching at his chest as the weight of the discovery settled upon him. His entire existence, the empire he ruled, the power he had been born into—all of it was tied to something far beyond his understanding. The rift's energy, its instability—it was in his blood. It was in his people's blood. They were connected to the chaos of the **Second Major Realm** and its collapse.
He could barely breathe, his mind struggling to comprehend what he had just learned. He was the heir of Mars, but he was also tied to the very thing that could destroy it. The rift's instability wasn't just a threat—it was his birthright.
"Your Highness?" General Rokan's voice cut through the fog in Arian's mind. "What's happened?"
Arian could only stare at the glowing symbols before him, the power of the rift still crackling in the air around them. Slowly, he turned to Rokan, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Mars..." Arian's voice was thick with the weight of the revelation. "Mars wasn't born from the ashes of a dying world... it was born from the **Second Major Realm**. The very thing we feared, the rift—it's in our blood, in our very existence."
Rokan's eyes widened. "But how? How can this be?"
Arian shook his head, struggling to form the words. "I don't know. But the rift... it's unstable. Its energy is leaking. And we're connected to it. The Martian bloodline, our entire empire—it's tied to the Celestial Sovereign's sacrifice."
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### **Arian's Revelation to the People**
Later, in the heart of the **Mars Empire**, Arian stood before the gathered assembly. The weight of what he had learned pressed heavily on his shoulders, but he knew he had to share it with his people. There was no choice now—Mars's future, and his own, were bound to the rift, to the collapse of the **Second Major Realm**, and to the **Celestial Sovereign's** sacrifice.
He stepped forward, his voice steady but his heart heavy. "I have uncovered a truth, a truth that will change everything. The **Second Major Realm**—the very realm that birthed the rift—gave birth to Mars itself."
A murmur ran through the crowd, confusion, fear, and disbelief written across their faces.
"Our ancestors were not just survivors of a fallen world," Arian continued. "We are the descendants of that world. We are tied to the **Celestial Sovereign's sacrifice**. The rift's unstable power flows through our blood. The foundation of our empire is bound to the rift, and the rift is unstable. If we do not act, it will destroy us."
The room fell silent. Every eye was fixed on Arian, the weight of his words hanging in the air like a thunderstorm waiting to strike.
"This is not just our heritage," Arian said, his voice now resolute. "This is our curse and our responsibility. The rift's instability threatens us all. And I will find a way to stop it before it consumes everything."
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### **Arian's Growth**
In the quiet aftermath of the revelation, Arian sat alone in his chambers, staring at the map of the empire that lay before him. The truth had changed everything. His role, his purpose—everything he had ever known had been overshadowed by the discovery of his people's origins. They were born from chaos, from the collapse of a realm—and they were bound to it.
The voice of the **Celestial Sovereign** echoed in his mind once again:
*"You will shape your own fate."*
The words resonated within him like never before. He was no longer just a prince of Mars. He was the keeper of his people's fate, the protector of the empire, and the key to their future. But this future was fragile. The rift's power had to be understood, controlled, or it would unravel everything.
Arian stood, his determination renewed. He was no longer a passive observer of history—he was the one who would shape it. And to do that, he would need to delve deeper into the mysteries of the rift, to understand its true nature. The road ahead would be perilous, but Arian knew one thing for certain—he could not walk away from this responsibility. He was his people's last hope.
And so, the journey continued, deeper into the heart of the rift, where the fate of Mars—and perhaps all the realms—would be decided.