*Narration – Belenus**
The air in Hollow Earth had changed.
Not in pressure.
Not in temperature.
But in *presence*.
Something ancient stirred beneath the molten veins of the world, as if Hollow Earth itself was exhaling after eons of holding its breath. We were no longer just guardians of this realm—we had become something *more*, something touched by infinity.
Since the sealing of the Rift, the barriers between realities had thinned, allowing long-separated friends to return, drawn across the folds of space and time.
Today was not for war.
Today was for *reunion*.
For *brotherhood*.
For *rest*.
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### **Scene – The Embergrove Cliffside, Morning Light**
The sun rose in two halos—one golden, one crimson—casting shimmering light across the jagged edges of the *Aurora Cliffs*. Below, molten rivers pulsed with an ancient rhythm, as though the planet's heart was syncing with the silence after the storm.
I stood alone, taking in the view. Peace in Hollow Earth was a rare thing, and rarer still was the kind that settled not just around you—but *within* you.
A sudden spike of ki energy flashed behind me. It was familiar, bright, and chaotic in the best way—like a thunderbolt laced with laughter.
In a blur of orange and black, a figure crashed into a nearby hill with a shockwave that shook the ground. Moments later, he floated over, barefoot and beaming.
> "You didn't think you'd celebrate without **me**, right?" said **Goku**, brushing off his tattered gi with a grin that radiated like a second sun.
I laughed for the first time in what felt like ages—a deep, rumbling sound that echoed over the cliffs.
> "Wouldn't be a true celebration without you, old friend."
From behind the crystalline trunks of the emberwood trees, another presence approached—quieter, gentler, but no less powerful. **Izuku Midoriya**—*Deku*—emerged from the shadows, his green eyes wide with wonder.
> "This place…" Deku whispered, his voice filled with reverent awe. "It's alive. I can feel it breathing."
> "That's because it is," Lunadora said, stepping forward beside Solnaria. Her voice was calm and radiant, echoing through the grove like wind through harp strings. "This land remembers every soul who fought to protect it. It remembers *you*, too."
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### **Narration – Solnaria**
I watched them closely—these beings from other realms.
Goku was sunlight incarnate. His energy danced like wildfire, free and untamed, the essence of liberation itself.
Deku was different. His aura was focused and deliberate, like the calm before a storm, or the strength in a promise never broken. Not as wild as Goku, but no less *earnest*.
They weren't Titans. They weren't gods.
And yet…
They had stood on the edge of destruction.
Faced the impossible.
Chose kindness when cruelty would've been easier.
And *won*.
> "You've both traveled far," I said, stepping into their circle. "Across shattered timelines, through wars no one else could have survived."
> "There's still a long road ahead," Deku replied, his smile soft but unwavering. "But if there's even the chance to help plant something good here... something lasting... I want to try."
> "Then let's do it," Goku added with a grin. "After all, not everything has to be a fight."
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### **Scene – Quiet Conversations Beneath the Worldspine**
The Worldspine Tree towered above us, its glowing roots cradling the glade like the fingers of a cosmic elder. Its trunk pulsed gently, golden sap flowing through it like the memories of a living god.
We gathered beneath its branches—my family, our friends, and a handful of guardians from across the Hollow Earth.
Kaelu, the wyrm of knowledge, lay coiled around the perimeter, humming a deep and soothing tone that resonated in our bones. Above us, the Ember Choir sang a quiet lullaby—an ancient song of rebirth and rest. The air was heavy not with tension, but with peace.
> "So this is where legends rest," Goku murmured as he lay back in the mossy bed of roots. "You ever think the fighting will actually end?"
I let his question hang in the silence.
Even Lunadora was quiet for a moment, her gaze turned to the heavens above.
Solnaria, seated between us, looked upward and whispered:
> "Maybe not. But resting isn't the same as giving up. Rest is… *healing*. And healing is part of the fight, too."
> "Wise words for someone so young," Goku chuckled.
> "She was born in the center of a collapsing multiverse," Lunadora said, her voice tinged with both pride and sorrow. "She's lived more in a year than most do in a thousand."
Laughter followed—easy, genuine, and needed.
But the warmth shifted when Deku spoke again, this time softer, more cautious.
> "There's something else, isn't there? I can feel it. Like a door left ajar… a story that's not quite finished."
I nodded slowly.
> "The Zenōs."
At the mention of their name, silence fell again. The trees themselves seemed to still, as though even Hollow Earth dared not speak over that truth.
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### **Narration – Belenus**
In all timelines, in all universes, there were none above them.
Two beings. Childlike in form. Infinite in power.
The Zenōs.
They were the sovereigns of creation and destruction alike—watchers of multiverses, arbiters of existence.
They had watched us from afar for a long time. But when the Rift sealed and the Garden of Becoming anchored itself across realms, I felt their eyes turn more closely toward us.
And then… a message came.
Not a warning.
Not a decree.
But a request.
An *invitation*.
> "If we extend the branch," I said aloud, "they may choose to come. And if they do…"
> "The Garden of Becoming may evolve into something greater," Solnaria whispered, her voice tinged with excitement.
> "Or something far more dangerous," Lunadora warned, her tone edged with caution.
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### **System Ping – Incoming Request**
> **\[ANDARTA: INTERDIMENSIONAL QUANTUM LINK ESTABLISHED]**
> **Origin: Palace of Everything**
> **Subject: Zenō – Dual Entity Inquiry**
> **Status: Awaiting Permission to Manifest**
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### **Scene – Decision at Dusk**
As the twin moons of Hollow Earth rose together—one veiled in sapphire mist, the other burning crimson—we stood in a quiet circle beneath the Worldspine.
Lunadora. Solnaria. Goku. Deku. Myself.
And countless others, listening in silence.
> "Do we welcome them?" Lunadora asked, the firelight dancing in her eyes.
> "Do we allow the most powerful beings in creation to step foot into this realm?" Solnaria added.
I looked around at the faces of those I loved.
At the bonds we had built.
At the life we had saved.
And I answered without hesitation.
> "Yes. Because we are no longer afraid of what watches from above. We have become the architects of our own legend."
Goku smiled and placed a steady hand on my shoulder.
Deku nodded once, firmly.
> "Then let's meet the Zenōs," I said.
> "And show them what this *new* age truly looks like."
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### **End Scene – A Portal Forms**
From the sky above the Worldspine, a lotus-shaped spiral of energy unfolded—brilliant yet soft, intricate as a dream, vast as a star.
It did not burn.
It did not blind.
It simply *was*—a presence that transcended language or logic.
Then, from within that radiant bloom, two childlike voices echoed outward—gentle, curious, and echoing with unfathomable power.
> "Hello! We heard there's a *story* happening here."
> "Can we watch? Can we play?"
The Zenōs had arrived.
And the Garden of Becoming was about to enter a new chapter—one written not by fate, but by the hands of gods, heroes, and children alike.