After Renji's victory over the Shinmu and his return to Japan, the world seemed at peace once more. But there was a stirring within the depths of his spirit, a feeling that there was something more to his journey—something beyond the world he knew. The legendary swords, each infused with the powers of the elements, had awakened something within him, but there were whispers—hints of other worlds, other realms, calling for a hero.
One night, as Renji meditated beneath the stars, a figure appeared before him: Ariake, the spirit of the moon, a celestial being whose form shimmered like silver light.
"Renji," Ariake spoke with a voice as soft as the wind. "Your journey is not finished. There are realms beyond this world, places that need a hero. The swords you bear are not bound by the laws of this world—they can take you across the fabric of reality itself."
Renji's heart raced with anticipation. He had already faced so many challenges, but this… this was something new.
"You are ready," Ariake continued. "Your destiny lies beyond. The first realm calls to you—Altheria, a land of magic and endless skies."
Renji nodded, understanding the gravity of the decision before him. He took his blades in hand and followed Ariake's light, stepping through the rift in the fabric of reality itself.