As Kazuki and Hotaru wandered through the glowing streets of Eidolon, a kind, elderly vendor with silver hair and eyes like starlight called out to them from his stall. His wares were ancient-looking scrolls and crystalline trinkets that pulsed softly with energy.
"Ah, travelers!" the old man greeted with a wide smile. "Lost or curious? Either way, I've got stories worth your time." He glanced at Kazuki, his eyes narrowing with a curious gleam. "Especially for someone new to our world."
Kazuki hesitated, but Hotaru gave him a small nod. "It wouldn't hurt to learn more," she whispered.
The old man gestured toward a nearby bench, his voice dropping to a storyteller's tone as they sat. "Since you're fresh to Eidolon, let me tell you the most important story of all—the tale of the Savior."
Kazuki leaned in, listening closely.
"The Savior… he is the guardian of this realm, the one who gave us life when we had none. Long ago, Eidolon was on the verge of collapse, consumed by chaos and corruption. But the Savior—he was different from the rest. Strong, wise, and compassionate, he saw the suffering and refused to stand by. With his own hands, he reshaped Eidolon, creating a world where light could once again shine. Everything you see around you, from the floating cities to the glowing rivers, exists because of him."
The old man paused, his eyes reflecting the golden light of the streets. "The Savior didn't just rebuild this world—he offered a chance for hope, for greatness. He created the Echelon Trials," he said, his voice swelling with pride. "A grand tournament, held once every five hundred years, to find the most extraordinary souls—the heroes who could protect this world and lead it into a brighter future."
"Echelon Trials?" Kazuki repeated, intrigued.
"Only the most worthy can pass the Trials," the old man continued. "Many try, but few succeed. The winners… they become legends, their names carved into the heart of Eidolon itself. They are chosen to fight for something far greater than themselves, to guard the realm from the dangers that lurk in the shadows."
Kazuki's mind spun with questions, but before he could ask, the old man gave him a knowing look.
"You'll learn more in time," he said gently. "But remember this—the Savior is not just a ruler. He is a symbol of hope, of second chances. Some say he even watches over those who are lost, guiding them toward their destiny."
With that, the old man stood, brushing off his robes. "I'll leave you with that for now. You'll need the rest of the story for another day."
Kazuki watched as the old man walked off, his figure disappearing into the shimmering light. His words lingered, filling Kazuki's heart with a strange mix of wonder and unease.