he sun had risen, yet its light was drowned beneath an unnatural glow. A purple radiance spread across the skies, neither star nor sun, but something older. It hung just beyond the world, yet its brilliance pierced into mortal sight, visible even in daylight.
Within a sacred hall where no mortal foot could tread, the Celestials gathered. Marble pillars touched eternity, and the chamber thrummed with divine resonance. All eyes fixed upon the pulsing violet shimmer, their voices heavy with centuries of memory.
The first to break the silence was Lois, his tone solemn yet urgent.
"Behold what we feared. Two great beings are bound within this omen. One of them—the Destroyer—already stirs. Yet her twin, the Creator God, has been cast into reincarnation. She walks among mortals even now, somewhere in the worlds. If she awakens, she may yet stop her sister's descent into madness."
The council murmured, but another voice rose, sharp and unwavering. Michael, whose eyes burned with truth, spoke next.
"You are correct, Lois. She has returned, but not as the goddess she once was. She is reborn as a mortal woman—no older than twenty or thirty in her current life. She does not yet remember her divinity. She is still the daughter of the Great Supreme, but those memories remain sealed."
A third voice joined, stern and unyielding. Sophia stepped forward, her gaze fierce as she cut through the fragile hope.
"Michael speaks the truth. Thirty years is far too short a span. For the Creator God to recall her true self, at least a century must pass. Only then will the weight of eternity return to her. To awaken her early would be reckless—it could doom us all instead of saving us."
The council fell into tense silence, each word carving deeper uncertainty.
At last, the sound of a staff striking the floor echoed like thunder. All eyes turned as Olivierr Aurelisse, the Leader of the Celestials, rose to her full height. Her voice carried not only authority, but bloodline.
"Enough. Lois, Michael, Sophia—you are not wrong, yet you are not seeing the whole path. There is another way."
She stepped into the violet glow spilling through the chamber's windows, her eyes calm yet resolute.
"I speak not only as your leader, but as kin. I am the aunt of Vaelith Umbryss, the First Black Lion, and by blood I am tied to Seraphira Aurevane, the Dragon Goddess. My line continues in the mortal world, and through it, hope may yet shine."
The Celestials leaned forward, breath held as Olivierr declared:
"Her descendant lives. His name is Aizen Arcime. He is the blood of Vaelith, born with the strength of the Black Lions and the will to challenge fate itself. If anyone can weaken the Destroyer and create an opening, it will be him."
A murmur rippled like a storm through the chamber. Some doubted, others clung to the words like salvation.
Olivierr lifted her staff high, her command absolute.
"When the Destroyer awakens fully, we will act. Naris Nia and Leviatharion—you shall use your colossal forms to bind her rampage and halt her steps. The rest will follow my command. And when Aizen strikes the decisive blow, we will seal her into slumber for a thousand years. In that long sleep, the Creator's reincarnation will have the time she needs—time to remember, time to awaken, time to save us all."
The purple light pulsed brighter, as if answering the oath spoken in the chamber. For a heartbeat, every Celestial felt the weight of destiny fall upon a single name:
Aizen Arcime.
(End of chapter 68)