Colen then snapped his fingers.
The air stilled—frozen mid-breath—as an entire planet formed in the sky. A shimmering orb of ice, suspended over the table, it pulsed with gentle light. Suddenly, jagged ice spikes in the form of radiant stars pierced upward from the planet's surface, piercing through it, like crystalline roots breaching the heavens. Then, without warning, the entire planet exploded—shattered into billions of snowflakes. They floated down slowly, delicately, like stardust, illuminating the air as if the room had become the night sky itself.
All that remained was a sculpture—unmoving at first—of Lore, Oasis, Oasis's brother, the fox Uki girl, the shark Uki, and the small boy. Their frozen forms slowly descended from the air, landing gently on the thin sheet of ice that stretched over the long ceremonial table.
Colen's voice continued, rich and low:
"When they returned… they were no longer of this time."
The ice sculptures came to life—slowly moving, subtly breathing.
"They soon discovered that millennia had passed while they were gone. Entire civilizations had risen and fallen. Their tale had become legend… then myth… and for some, forgotten entirely."
Colen gestured with one hand, and faint echoes of whispers could be heard—children retelling bedtime stories, scholars debating lore, zealots praying to idols of Lore and Oasis. The belief had spread, yes—but also fractured.
"Some believed, some didn't. After all… the gods had remained silent. The Earthly Gods had done little blessing, too focused—too entranced—watching Lore and Oasis endure the tests of the Oldest God."
So the gods made a choice.
Colen's tone softened, holding a touch of reverence.
"They changed their mission. The Earthly Gods said, 'Let them rest. Let them live. Let them build.' They offered them something they never had before: peace."
A new purpose was born—no longer as messengers, but as founders.
"And then came the wish."
The gods offered them one wish, as penance for their trials. Lore and Oasis gathered with their companions, discussing not what they wanted… but what the world needed.
"They asked the gods to look away from them, and look instead toward everyone else."
A soft silence followed. Even the air itself seemed to bow to the weight of those words.
"They said, 'Bless others. Pay attention to those who wait in silence. We are grateful—but others are still waiting, just like we once did.'"
So it was done.
Lore and Oasis, empowered by their divine blessing, sent a message across the realms of the Earthly Gods.
"We have returned, and with us, the Divine returns. we know our age of blessings may have long passed but now that we have returned and we are amongst you again we shall bring the age of blessings black from its ash's and bring the age of where our blessings awaken."
And just like that, it began.
Their group traveled again—but this time, not to convert. They simply reminded. They showed presence. And slowly, belief reignited.
But then—conflict.
"Oasis and his brother... they fought."
Colen raised an eyebrow, almost teasing in a cold Colen kind of way.
"I personally assume it was over something trivial… perhaps a girl."
A ripple of amusement passed through the audience, but the sculptures showed otherwise. The icy forms of Oasis and his brother stood inches from one another, pleading, not shouting. No violence—just desperation on both sides. A quiet pain.
"They didn't argue like enemies. They argued like family."
And by the end… the decision was made.
Oasis's brother turned, the fox Uki girl beside him. They walked away. The sculptures of Lore, Oasis, the shark Uki, and the small boy remained.
The small boy raised his hand—a gentle wave of farewell.
The two figures walked until they faded into snowflakes. Colen flicked his wrist, and those snowflakes floated upwards—joining the constellation of stars formed from earlier snow. They sparkled brighter than the others.
Colen said nothing for a long moment, letting the silence settle.
"Even gods must let go."
The sculptures of Lore, Oasis, and the others lifted from the table once more, gliding silently into the air, dancing above the room like divine phantoms. Around them, Colen waved his hand—and from the cold mist formed nine miniature planets, each sculpted from crystal-clear ice. These represented the scattered worlds of the Earthly Gods' realm.
The group began to hover around each planet, recreating scenes—teaching, healing, revealing their existence. They no longer needed Oasis's brother or the fox Uki girl to prove the truth. Their light was strong enough now. Their presence undeniable.
Colen's voice resonated through the frozen chamber
"And so, even without two of their most cherished companions, they succeeded. Every soul in the realm came to believe: they had returned."
And then came news—carried by curious Uki travelers.
The Elven Kingdom had been found.
What's more, the elves had not just survived the ages—they had allied deeply with the Uki race, particularly the fox Uki. Hearing this, Lore and Oasis made a decision. They traveled to the said planet, if only to see if it was truly the Elves from the King of Power's time.
When they arrived, their hearts faltered.
"It was them. Changed, but still them. The second generation—descendants of those who stood by silently during the believers' purge in their own lands."
The Elves remembered. They remembered their parents' silence. And when Lore and Oasis arrived, the Elves bowed—not in reverence, but in apology. They asked for forgiveness, not only for their predecessors but for their own ignorance. Oasis and Lore, surprised, exchanged glances.
"They accepted the apology. Quietly. With grace. But the past still echoed."
The boy—young and curious—watched in silence. Confused by the words, by the history unspoken. He asked questions.
They gave no answers.
Oasis and Lore chose silence, believing that not knowing would protect the boy. That the truth of what had happened—the boy's heritage, his father's fate—was too heavy for such young shoulders.
"They did not know… that silence would cost them everything."
But for now, hope reigned. They chose this Elven planet as their home. Using their blessing powers, they expanded it tenfold, reshaping the land, enlarging its borders until it became the very heart of the Earthly Gods' realm.
Colen's breath turned to frost as he whispered:
"And they named it… Pelody. For the melody that brought them to this moment."
A single snowflake fell. The air froze mid-motion, shaping yet another planet above the audience.
The ice sculptures of Lore and Oasis expanded—towering now, divine in presence. Each placed their hands gently around the new world. It grew beneath their touch, glowing with light.
Oasis lifted the sculpture of the shark Uki; Lore lifted the small boy.
Holes opened in their chests—resonance chambers. Colen leaned forward, then blew a soft gust of winter air through them.
A melody bloomed.
A harmony of lives lived, memories cherished, and dreams born. Each sculpture sang a different tone, but together—they formed a symphony. A divine lullaby. So sweet, so beautiful, that it stilled every breath in the room.
Then Colen clapped his hands.
All the sculptures shattered into snowflakes.
They rose into the air, becoming stars—watchers in the night sky.
But then—
One snowflake fell. Slowly, gently. It drifted down and landed on the thin layer of ice atop the long table.
It didn't vanish.
It shifted. Twisted. Transformed.
It became the boy.
His eyes opened—burning red like smoldering embers.
Colen's voice dropped to a chilling whisper even colder then his sighs:
"Their decision to keep the boy in the dark… to hide the truth of his heritage his bloodline his father… would become their greatest regret."
With a flick of Colen's finger, a kingdom of ice rose around the boy, elegant and mighty. Another snowflake floated down, landing in the boy's palm.
The moment it touched him, his eyes blazed.
"Because that would cause the greatest war in existence even bigger then thier war against the king of power it would cause."
The ice began to melt. Drip by drip. The kingdom fell apart.
Rembow Stars then appeared, and the red ones began to descend… then ignited, turning into fire.
The ice around him did not melt. He stood in the center of the chaos, untouched. A still storm.
His red eyes lifted as the stars turned to embers.
And Colen—calm, knowing—spoke the words that would echo across every realm
"The War of Betrayal and Blood."