The Rift Between Time
Deep in the ruins of an ancient temple, the final seal was gone.
The air crackled with unseen energy, remnants of a power that had long been locked away. The world trembled, not in earthquakes or storms, but in the subtle shifting of reality itself.
And yet—nothing moved.
A presence, vast and unknowable, lingered in the space between existence and oblivion.
A whisper, not carried by sound, but by thought itself.
"…Not yet."
The presence stirred, but it did not rise.
It was bound, not by chains, not by magic, but by a deeper law.
A law that dictated it could not move until two figures awakened.
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He Must Awaken
The presence focused on one of the two.
A vision formed—a golden-eyed youth, standing against the tides of fate. A figure whose very existence distorted the flow of destiny.
Azrael Kaelthorne.
"The Tyrant walks his path… but he is still caged."
A rumbling sigh, ancient and slow.
"He must awaken fully. He is incomplete."
The power inside him, the Abyssal Crown, was still in its infancy. He did not yet understand its true depths.
And until he did—
The Forgotten One could not move.
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She Must Awaken
The presence turned its gaze elsewhere.
A second vision.
A girl with light-blonde hair and crimson eyes, standing amidst a battlefield of the future.
Elaris Velmira.
The goddess who did not know she was a goddess.
She was the true key.
Her slumbering divinity was what bound the presence in place.
Her power was what dictated the balance.
"…She must awaken, too."
And when she did—
The world would be reshaped.
The Bound God's Waiting Game
The presence stilled.
It had waited countless eons.
It could wait a little longer.
But the cracks had formed.
The seals were gone.
And soon…
The Slumbering Ones would awaken.
And then, nothing would remain the same.
To Be Continued…