The usually calm skies of Arkheion began to change—black lines appeared like dimensional rifts forcibly torn open from the outside. Auren and Lisea, who were sowing the seeds of peace with the new humans, now faced an unexpected situation.
> Lisea:
> "That... it's not from this world. Something is tearing reality, not from the past, but from residual vengeful will."
>
From those black rifts emerged cloaked figures, each bearing an aura of defiled divine power.
> Entity:
> "We are the Counter-Bearers, creators of a world rejected. You who stole the absolute choice — Auren — your time is almost up."
>
They were not gods, not humans, not systems — they were the collective consciousness of the destroyed old world, formed from regret, resentment, and a desire to return to being the center of everything.
Auren stood silently, looking at them, and said:
> Auren:
> "If you bring destruction... I will bring this world's last light."
>
The battle began.
Old systems and new systems clashed. The entities of darkness attacked every corner of Arkheion, absorbing new creations, destroying the established laws. But Auren was no longer alone.
The new humans he created began to rise.
Children of free hearts.
Heroes without destiny.
Leaders without titles.
> Lisea (smiling through tears):
> "You don't have to fight alone anymore, Auren. This world has all of us."
>