The stars watched in silence.
The Plane of Origins hummed with ancient, patient power.
In its deepest chambers, far from mortal understanding,
two lights drifted —
silver and gold, spiraling around each other in an endless dance.
On the world below, centuries passed.
Empires rose.
Empires fell.
New heroes were born, carrying Kai's dream further than he ever dared imagine.
The world grew bright.
Safe.
But peace… was never meant to last forever.
In the farthest reaches of existence —
in the blackened, forgotten corners beyond even the Abyss —
something else stirred.
Older than gods.
Hungrier than titans.
A force that even Kai's spirit had never touched.
A whisper that curdled hope into ash:
"Freedom is weakness."
"Choice is corruption."
"The Abyss belongs to us now."
Above the world, in the halls of the Origins,
a single, burning spiral flared.
Silver.
Black.
Gold.
Alive.
Waiting.
Two figures stood at the threshold.
One cloaked in black fire.
One cloaked in golden flame.
Kai Arashi smiled —
an old, wild, fearless smile.
Across from him,
Arin Veyla, no longer mortal, smiled back.
He spoke — voice echoing across stars and dreams.
"Looks like our fight isn't over yet."
She answered — voice filled with hope and steel.
"Then let's remind them why the world chose freedom."
And as the spiral ignited, as the universe trembled in anticipation,
a new chapter prepared to be written.
The Abyss would breathe again.
The Guardians would rise again.
The legends…
would never die.