For several long moments, no one spoke.
The crimson Gate remained suspended above the First World like an open wound in the heavens.
Beyond it...
Nothing moved.
The King Beyond the Hollow had withdrawn his army.
Not because he feared defeat.
Because he was certain of victory.
His final words echoed through every heart.
"Three days."
The countdown had begun.
The Weight of a Choice
The moon slowly emerged from behind the fading darkness.
Its silver light bathed the ruined Hall of Kings.
Aria stood alone at the edge of the broken cliff, staring into the endless night.
Behind her, the kingdom celebrated its survival.
But she couldn't celebrate.
She could only think about the choice before her.
Join the King of the Void...
Or watch the Seven Worlds perish.
Neither path felt r
