Aamir looked at Vyuk with eyes full of emotion—confusion, concern, and a growing resolve.
"But Sensai..." Aamir finally said, breaking the silence,
"How did you end up here… in this place?"
Vyuk turned to him, his gaze deep and distant—as if looking through Aamir, through time itself.
He smiled faintly, though there was no joy in it.
"When Zorwath was defeated by the God of Darkness and the Goddess of Light… the war didn't end."
He raised his hand toward the dark sky above. Shapes moved in the shadows—colossal, monstrous silhouettes, drifting far above in the void. The Original Beasts.
"Zorwath's creations—the Beasts, the Originals—they went mad after his fall. With no master, they rampaged across dimensions, devouring planets, corrupting realities."
Vyuk closed his eyes, his voice heavier now.
"To stop them, I did what I feared I might one day have to. I used… the power Zorwath once bestowed upon me."
Aamir's eyes widened slightly. "His power…?"
