Long ago, a man led the rebellion against the Perfect Lifeforms. He was known as the Hero of the Eclipse. Wielding Cosmos, the Sword of the Eclipse, he fought fiercely against the Perfect Lifeforms.

He soon faced the Three Titans, the leaders of the Perfect Lifeforms' army. The battle was fierce, but in the end, the Hero of the Eclipse emerged victorious. With his final act, he sealed the Perfect Lifeforms away in another dimension.

A thousand years have passed, and the Hero of the Eclipse, along with Cosmos, has long been forgotten.

While the Hero of the Eclipse was missing, darkness began to rise once more. The Neo Arcane Dominion had emerged, beginning their conquest to dominate the world.

To this day, the people of Earth still hold onto hope, longing for the return of the hero.

The fire crackled softly as the woman finished her tale, letting the final words drift into the night air. The children sat in silence, their wide eyes reflecting the flickering flames. Some hugged their knees, others fidgeted with the edges of their blankets, unsure whether to be afraid or amazed.

A young girl, no older than seven, hesitated before speaking. "Do you think the Hero will ever come back?" she asked, her voice small and hopeful.

The storyteller leaned back on her hands, gazing up at the vast night sky. "I don't know," she admitted, her tone doubtful but firm. "The Hero vanished many years ago... and no one has seen him since."

She glanced at the children, a small smirk playing at her lips. "But legends aren't just stories. Sometimes, they're warnings. And sometimes... they're promises."

The fire crackled again, filling the brief silence between them. The young girl hugged her knees, her gaze fixed on the flames. "I hope he does," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Because if he doesn't... who will stop the darkness?"

The storyteller watched her for a moment before offering a small, reassuring smile. "Maybe someone new will rise," she said. "Maybe someone out there is meant to take up the fight."

The young girl looked up, searching the storyteller's face for an answer she wasn't sure existed. The wind rustled through the ruins around them, carrying the echoes of a forgotten past... and perhaps, the promise of something yet to come.