“…The Last Beginning.”
Silence.
The name carried no power.
No pressure.
No overwhelming aura.
Yet the moment it was spoken…
The Heart Forge forgot how to breathe.
The golden flames along the ancient walls flickered once.
Then went out.
The hammers that had forged souls since before creation became motionless.
Even time itself hesitated.
The woman in the black dress stood with perfect composure.
Her silver hair flowed without wind.
Her colorless eyes held no emotion.
She looked at everyone as if she had known them forever.
The Child of Balance blinked.
“You have a strange name.”
The woman smiled faintly.
“I know.”
The little girl tilted her head.
“Can I give you another one?”
The oldest father immediately stepped forward.
“No!”
His voice thundered across the Forge.
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