As Elias embraced the new reality, shadows flickered at the edges of his vision—fragments of memories, ancient and unresolved.
From the depths of the cosmic tapestry, figures emerged: remnants of the Forgotten Sovereign, echoes of the old universe refusing to fade.
Their forms were twisted, corrupted by time and loss, yet their eyes burned with defiance.
"You changed the cycle," one hissed, voice like fractured glass. "But cycles never truly end."
Elias steadied himself, golden energy flaring. "Not if I choose to break them."
The echoes advanced, warping the living light around them, threatening to unravel the fragile harmony.
From within Elias, the Children of the New Dawn responded, their shapes coalescing into shields of radiant energy.
Sienna's presence echoed in his thoughts: "You can't fight alone."
A surge of connection spread through Elias. Together with the Children, they pushed back the echoes, weaving new patterns of existence—patterns where past and future could coexist without destruction.
But the Sovereign's shadow lingered, whispering of cycles yet to come.
Elias whispered back, "Then I will be ready."