[A deep, cosmic darkness. Absolute silence.]Then — flashes, like shards of glass breaking through time.Inavy and Kelvin sleep in their beds, one within the Phoenix Guild, the other in the Guild of a Thousand Lights.But their souls are pulled away — through veils of light, forgotten eras, and memories that are not their own.
Suddenly, two worlds unfold.White sands stretch endlessly. A golden sky above. The air hums — as if the universe itself were breathing.Two armies of gods and colossal entities stand in silence, awaiting the command of their leaders.
And at the center of that eternal battlefield… two figures awaken.Nion — seen through Inavy's eyes, as if he were himself.Tyrus — and through his gaze, Kelvin feels the weight of a shattered heart.Both are alive… inside a memory that predates time itself.
[Inavy's Perspective — Through Nion]
The wind sweeps across dunes of light.Nion rises tall, imposing, clad in obsidian armor engraved with crimson runes. His presence thunders across eternity.Chaos flows through his veins — and Inavy feels it. Every breath, every heartbeat pulsing with divine power and purpose.
Inavy (through Nion's thoughts):
"I know this place… but I've never been here.This power… it's mine — and it isn't.This strength, this pain… they belong to another, yet they burn inside me."
Beside him walk two divine brothers.Lucius, the Firstborn — radiant, extravagant, laughing with the brilliance of the sun itself. His blade, The Dawn's Edge, gleams like a newborn day.And Tyrus, the third — silent, solemn, with eyes deep and sorrowful. His black-and-silver armor reflects a light that refuses to accept him.
The three sons of Yon, the God of Creation, march toward the golden throne.
[The Throne of Yon — The Voice of Creation]
Above all, wrapped in divine flame, stands Yon.His light is so intense that not even his sons can gaze upon him directly.His throne is forged from dead stars and forgotten vows.
Yon's voice rolls across eternity — thunder and bells combined.
Yon:
"Lucius — ever radiant, closest to perfection.Kairon — my arbiter, destined to be emperor of the cosmos.Nion — loyal, commander of Chaos, bearer of the purest strength I have forged.
You are the pride of the Throne of Yon."
The celestial host erupts in applause. Waves of adoration spread like wildfire.But one pair of eyes — Tyrus's — remain dark, cold.
Tyrus (through Kelvin's thoughts):
"Even Kairon earns his glory… while for me, only silence.Always the same empty gaze. Always the same disdain."
Kelvin feels the knot tighten in Tyrus's chest.It isn't anger — not yet. It's something worse: loneliness.
[Millennia Later — The Seed of Hatred]
Ages pass. The Throne of Yon glows ever more distant.Nion leads armies. Lucius shapes worlds.Tyrus… simply watches.
And one day, something breaks.Yon, weary-eyed, speaks gravely to Nion.
Yon:
"Your brother… Tyrus… is a mistake in my creation.Among all I have made, he alone was born of error.The darkness within him is a flaw — something that should never have existed."
Nion:
"Father… he is of our blood."
Yon (rising in fury):
"Our blood? He is divine filth!A remnant of a power that should never have seen light!Chaos is creation — but Darkness… Darkness is corruption!"
Behind the sacred wall, Tyrus hears everything.Each word cuts through him like a blade.
Kelvin — trapped within the memory — feels the collapse.
Tyrus (to Kelvin, within the shared vision):
"He never saw me.I fought for him, bled for him.And all I received… was pain."
Tyrus falls to his knees. Tears spill freely.But when he rises — something in his eyes has changed. Resolve.
Tyrus:
"Everything he rejected… I will embrace.Everything he fears… I will become."
[The Confrontation — The Forgotten Son Before the Father]
The divine hall bursts with music, laughter, chalices of light.Then — the doors explode open.
Tyrus enters.Silence.
He approaches Yon's throne, each step heavy, his voice steady — echoing through eternity.
Tyrus:
"I'm done.Done with your silence, your lies, your false perfection.I was your son, your soldier, your shadow.And all I ever got was rejection."
Yon remains still.Nion stares — stunned. Lucius says nothing.The hall itself holds its breath.
Tyrus:
"You always said Light, Darkness, and Chaos complete one another.But you never believed it.You made me to be a flaw — and now that flaw will be your ruin."
Yon:
"Tyrus… don't do this."
Tyrus (shouting):
"What kind of father hates his children?!What kind of god forges rivals from his own blood?!I'm done, old fool!"
The ground trembles. Divine torches die out.A storm of shadows rises behind him, forming wings of living darkness.
Tyrus:
"I will tear down everything you built.Every star. Every prayer. Every lie.I will forge my own world —and in it, my darkness shall be god."
Silence.Then — half the hall kneels before him.Warriors. Beings of light and void alike.All drawn by his pain.
Nion (screaming, voice breaking):
"TYYYRUS! COME BACK! FACE ME!"
Tyrus turns one last time.There is sadness. There is love. There is farewell.
Tyrus:
"Not yet, brother.But soon… when ages shift… we will fight — not as brothers, but as opposites."
A portal of shadow opens.And Tyrus vanishes.
[The Rebellion of Tyrus]
Years. Centuries. Millennia.Yon's world falls into endless war.
Tyrus's Army of Shadows sweeps through creation.Worlds are consumed. Stars go dark.
Lucius falls first — impaled by a spear of darkness, his screams echoing through eternity.Nion — Inavy feels the pain of his brother's death — collapses to his knees, drenched in blood and stardust.
Above the burning ruins, Tyrus stands, wreathed in fire and ash.Before him — Yon, wounded, aged, heart broken.
Tyrus (roaring, covered in soot):
"You called me a mistake!A failure!Now see what your mistake can do!"
He drives the Spear of Shadow through Yon's chest.The universe screams.
[The Curse of the Lost God]
Yon, barely alive, looks upon his son.His eyes — filled with tears and regret — reflect the abyss itself.
Yon:
"Tyrus… all of this… was my fault.I created pain… and made you its vessel."
He raises one trembling hand — his final strength.A golden seal forms in the air — The Curse of Yon.
Yon:
"Each time you use your power, your flesh shall rot.Your soul shall never find rest until balance returns."
The seal strikes Tyrus.He screams — a roar of agony and fury that shatters constellations.
Tyrus:
"You wretched old god! I curse you — and everything you ever made!"
Nion, bleeding, crawls toward his father.
Nion:
"F-father… please… hold on…"
Yon:
"Live, my son… from your line will come one who brings peace…Who will defeat Tyrus… and restore what was lost…"
A portal of light opens.Yon pushes him through with his last breath.
Nion (screaming):
"FATHER!!!"
The portal closes.And Yon falls, pierced by the spear of darkness.
[The Final Prayer]
As divine blood seeps into the ash, Yon whispers one last prayer.His body dissolves into particles of light.
Yon (whispering):
"May the nothing become everything…May he who is seen as zero… reflect all threats to my creation…Then, Ry—"
Before he can finish, Tyrus drives his final blade through him.Silence.
And in the void, a forbidden prayer is born — Reversum.
[The Rebirth of the World]
Nion awakens among humans — wounded, aflame.A dark-skinned woman, Lya, finds him in a remote village.She heals him. He survives.
From there, Nion teaches mortals the concept of Primordial Aura.And from his lineage rise the Stormbreak and Valtier families — heirs to his divine spark.
[Present Day — Inavy and Kelvin Awaken]
The dream shatters.Inavy and Kelvin wake up — gasping, drenched in sweat.Silence fills the room.
Kelvin (breathing hard):
"That… wasn't a dream."
Inavy (staring at the ceiling):
"No.It was a memory."
They remain still.The weight of revelation lingers in the air.
Kelvin (whispering):
"He… wasn't always evil."
Inavy (closing his eyes):
"He was made that way."
[Epilogue — The God of Shadows]
[Atop a black mountain. Thick winds. A torn sky.]Tyrus stands alone.His skin bears the marks of the curse.His eyes — two dead suns — burn with hatred and eternity.
Tyrus:
"I will destroy everything that old fool built.Every law.Every life.Every lie."
A thunderclap splits the heavens.And from the shadows, the ancient world begins to awaken once more.
The Son of Ruin had returned.