"When the stars forget their names and the earth no longer remembers its shape, the chosen shall awaken where no realm dares to dream."
The Spirit Realm burned.
Screams echoed through Pyraris Palace as the once-hallowed halls crumbled under the weight of destiny. Blades clashed like thunder. The skies were torn asunder. Crimson banners of the royal family soaked in fire and blood fluttered helplessly in the chaos. The gates of the palace trembled under the force of the Demon Realm's invasion.
King Damien stood upon the highest balcony of the Spirit Throne, his eyes hollow with understanding. The prophecy had spoken of a power capable of both creation and destruction—one that now pulsed within the heart of the enemy.
"This is the end," he whispered to no one but the stars. "But the legacy of the Spirit Realm... must live on."
With his cape soaked in blood and magic, he turned and descended into the inner sanctum of the castle.
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Prince's Chamber
Zyan's blade sliced through the air in swift, fluid arcs. Sweat clung to his brow, his breath steady despite the tremors shaking the ground beneath him. His dark hair stuck to his forehead, and his silver eyes glimmered with focus—and fear.
The chamber doors burst open. Damien stepped through, battle-worn but composed. "You train even as the palace falls."
Zyan turned, startled. "Father! I didn't hear you enter." He bowed respectfully, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed him.
"The Demon warriors have reached the inner gates. Soon, they will be here."
"I know. That's why I must master my power," Zyan said, voice trembling. "Once I do—"
"There is no time," Damien interrupted softly. "This is not your fight."
Zyan's breath hitched. "What do you mean?"
Damien stepped forward and placed a trembling hand on his son's shoulder. "The ancestral portal has opened in all three realms. It does not choose — it leads. You must enter it."
"But... what about you? What about the people?"
"If you stay, you'll die here. And all hope of the prophecy's true end dies with you."
As the walls cracked and the sky wept ash, Damien led Zyan to the secret corridor. Magic surged through the air, humming with fate.
The portal glowed—ancient, celestial, humming with purpose.
"I'm sorry," Damien said, voice breaking. "I should have given you more time."
Tears welled in Zyan's eyes. "Don't do this."
"I already have."
As Zyan stepped into the portal, a demon blade pierced Damien's chest. Blood pooled between them.
"Father!"
Damien smiled faintly, cupping Zyan's cheek. "Live... for them all."
The portal closed, sealing Zyan away as Damien's body collapsed into fading light.
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Gods Realm – Celestara Palace
Lightning split the heavens. The gods screamed.
Saphira ran through golden corridors, each step echoing with the weight of everything she was about to lose. Her white dress trailed behind her, torn and glowing.
Her father, the High King of the Gods, leaned against the shattered throne, blood dripping from his temple. "Saphira... the portal."
"I won't leave you!" she sobbed.
"You must. The power they unleashed—it's unmaking creation itself. The stars are dying. Even our memory will be forgotten."
He pressed a shimmering pendant into her hand.
"This will remind you of what we once were. Now go."
She stepped into the radiant portal just as Celestara began to dissolve—golden trees burning, divine towers collapsing, celestial beasts crying out as they vanished into nothingness.
Her last glimpse of her father was a silhouette bathed in starlight as the cosmos unraveled.
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Demon Realm – Under the Black Sky
Where fire had rained, only silence remained.
Eldrich stood among ruins. His village—gone. His mother's lullaby—gone. The Demon King had won, but at the price of existence itself.
Everything burned.
But Eldrich did not cry. His crimson eyes stared at the portal that had formed near the lake of bones, flickering like a dying heartbeat.
No one told him to go.
No father to guide him.
No mother to hold him.
Only vengeance and fate remained.
He stepped through with clenched fists and a soul ablaze.
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Beyond the Realms
As the three passed into the void between stars, the realms shattered.
The Spirit Realm was erased.
The Gods Realm was unmade.
The Demon Realm crumbled into myth.
The stars blinked out. The sky cracked and fell. Magic itself screamed as the forbidden power consumed all.
Nothing remained.
Not even memory.
Except for them.
The Chosen.
And thus, in silence and ash, began the new dawn.
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