The new world flourished.
Across fields once burned black by hatred,
children now danced under golden suns.
Across cities once ruled by fear,
laughter and music rose higher than any crown.
The Age of Heroes had ended.
The Age of Choice had begun.
But peace was not a gift freely given.
It was defended.
Every second.
Every heartbeat.
In ways the world would never fully see.
High above, beyond mortal skies,
in the Plane of Origins,
Kai Arashi stood.
Not as a boy.
Not as a king.
As a silent guardian.
A living oath.
Cosmic threats stirred.
Titans of endless void, awakening from ancient slumbers, seeking to swallow the newborn world.
Dragons of forgotten star-forges, their scales harder than planets, roaring with hunger for chaos.
Fallen gods, furious that mortals had dared to choose their own path, gathering armies of despair.
Each time they rose,
each time they aimed to strike,
Kai was there.
Cloaked in the spiral of freedom.
Sword in hand, forged from every dream he ever defended.
Silent. Relentless. Unseen by mortal eyes.
He fought in battles no one would ever know.
He bled in wars waged in forgotten skies.
He fell, rose, and fought again.
Not because he had to.
Because he chose to.
Every single time.
And he was not alone.
Far below,
in the still-mortal lands of the world,
Arin Veyla walked a path few could ever imagine.
Her body aged.
Her soul expanded.
The fragments of the Catalyst and Abyss within her grew stronger with each passing generation she protected.
Whispers stirred among the ancient beings:
"The girl of light and shadow walks the road of the divine."
"Soon, she too shall ascend."
And somewhere deep within her heart,
in dreams where time no longer mattered,
Arin still heard a voice.
A promise.
A vow.
"We will meet again."
One day, when she stepped into the Plane of Origins,
when she laid down her final burdens and rose as something greater,
Kai would be there.
Waiting.
Smiling.
Ready to fight beside her again —
not as lost souls,
not as broken warriors,
but as Guardians of a free world.
Together.
And as long as even one soul chose kindness over cruelty,
as long as even one child dared to dream,
as long as even one heart refused to kneel—
the Abyss would never fall.
The world would never break.
Because in every whisper of freedom,
in every act of defiance against darkness,
in every broken boy or girl who stood up when they could have stayed down—
there echoed a name.
Kai Arashi.
The Eternal Whisper.
The First Guardian.
The boy who chose freedom above all else.