Martheuw's gaze burned brighter, his form pulsing faintly with golden light.
"Xerxez," he said, his voice echoing through the vast void, solemn and resolute. "If I am ever freed from this Dungeon of Entities, will you accept me as your guardian — to stand beside me, to wield my power — and together, defeat Draco, Triangulum, and every wicked force that threatens creation?"
Xerxez stared at him in silence for a moment. His hand trembled slightly over the pedestal, but his eyes were steady.
"You still haven't told me who you really are," he said, his tone caught between doubt and faith. "I don't know if you're Orion… or another of the ancient ones. But if your goal is truly to protect humanity from the darkness — if your will aligns with Genesis's light — then you should find a way to free yourself from that dungeon."
As he spoke, Xerxez lifted the weapon he had chosen — a relic etched with faint celestial runes — and placed it gently upon the glowing cylindrical pedestal.
