The sun dipped below the skyline, bathing the Hero Order's towering citadel in a
blaze of gold.
White spires rose like spears, their silver linings gleaming against a sky painted in
crimson and rose. From afar, the fortress looked untouchable. Divine and on the highest balcony, a lone figure stood still.
His dark blue cape fluttered in the wind—silent, stern—like the standard of justice
itself.
Auron Vale.The Golden Flame.
Not a title given lightly.
Not one worn for glory.
They called him that not just for the light he wielded.
But for the fire inside him.
Justice.
Order.
Sacrifice.
To most, those were ideals. To Auron, they were vows.
Unbreakable. Absolute.
He stood with hands folded behind his back, armor glowing in the last rays of the
sun. To the people, this citadel was a monument. To Auron, it was a sanctuary.
A symbol of order in a world always threatening to spiral into chaos.
He didn't just use light. He commanded it.
It bent to his will—pure, raw, and alive. His presence could blind the corrupt,
burn away lies, and split the darkest night with a single swing of his blade.
In battle, he was a sunrise given form.
Brilliant, Relentless, Unstoppable.
He had sacrificed everything for the Order.
Not because someone asked him to.
Because the world needed someone who wouldn't break.
Then a burst of static crackled in his ear.
"Auron," came a voice through the comm, tight with urgency. "The rogue cell's been
located. Perimeters secure. Orders?"
No hesitation.
Not from him.
"Move in," he said. "I'll handle the core myself."
At once, threads of light gathered at his boots and gauntlets. The golden glow
pulsed brighter—faster until it engulfed
him.
Then he soared.
A flash split the sky as Auron launched into the clouds, a streak of golden
brilliance cutting through the heavens like a shooting star. His blade caught
the wind, gleaming with holy purpose.
And when he fell
He fell like judgment.
The forest canopy exploded as he crashed through, trailing fire and radiance in his
wake. Leaves ignited. Branches snapped. The very earth trembled beneath his
landing.
A shockwave burst outward, scattering dust and energy like a divine detonation.
When it cleared, Auron stood in the crater tall,
glowing, unstoppable.
Around him, chaos.Treesburned. Shadows clashed with Order enforcers. Energy bolts cracked likelightning through the clearing. Screams echoed, some of rage, others of pain.
Auron advanced without a word.
No hesitation.
No mercy.
He cut through the battlefield like a blade of living sunlight. Each movement
exact. Each strike devastating. Light pulsed from his armor, his sword, his
very skin.
Then a voice cut through the chaos.
"Auron, wait!"
He froze instantly, his sword stopping mid-swing as his eyes
widened beneath his helm. That voice… he knew it. Slowly, he turned toward the
source, pushing through smoke and flickering flames. Emerging into view was a
figure—battered, breathless, but unmistakable. Auron's heart tightened
painfully in his chest. It can't be… Yet, there was no denying it. It was his
father.