In the ruins of Old Pride, where shattered glass and broken circuits whisper of a forgotten age, a spark flickers in the dust.It grows — trembling, unstable — until a figure gasps for air among the debris.
Ronak.The boy who burned to save the world.Now a man caught between flame and shadow.
Golden light pulses beneath his skin, fighting a creeping dark that coils through his veins.Every breath sends sparks scattering across the ground.His mind fractures — flashes of the past slicing through him: the plasma core, a voice crying out "Burn for hope!", the moment his body dissolved into light.
Then — silence.And a whisper from somewhere deep inside:"Am I alive… or just what's left?"
The air ripples. The wind hums.Three figures step from the haze — cloaked in power that bends the ruins around them.The Great Trio Legends have arrived.
Martin, the Golden Luminary, glows with the warmth of the first sunrise — eyes calm, voice steady as he kneels beside the fallen Ignis."The light returns… but it trembles."
Lurther, the Shadow Monarch, stands silent, his presence folding the light into rippling darkness. His aura breathes control — the void between stars."He burns without direction," he murmurs. "Power without discipline is just another storm."
Between them, Arsenic, the Silver Balance, watches — neither bright nor dark, his essence a mirror between worlds.He steps forward, his voice smooth and precise:
"A soul that burns with both sun and shadow… he's not just reborn.He's evolving."
Ignis collapses again, energy flaring and fading, as if the elements themselves can't decide what he is.The Trio exchange silent glances. They have seen warriors, gods, and monsters — but never a being whose flame carries both creation and ruin.
Martin raises his hand, sealing the area in radiant silence."No one must know he lives," he says. "Not yet. The world isn't ready for the return of a flame that defied death."
The Trio lift Ronak's broken body, vanishing into the mist.Behind them, the ruins of Old Pride glow faintly — golden at the edges, as if remembering a legend's heartbeat.
And somewhere deep within his chest,a spark answers back.
The fire of Ignis… reignites.