The Echo of a Forgotten Bond
The palace is still.
The last words—"BAAKA"—still hang in the air like thunder after a storm. All around Sang, silence reigns. But hearts are racing.
Those who heard Shammroy's voice speak through Sang—Zoick, Rakhad, Rohdan, Upanor, Nero, Mohiran, Lohirian, Azira, Selia, and Lyra—stand frozen.
Suddenly, Kaizer, still kneeling all this time, lifts his head. His voice trembles with reverence and awe.
Kaizer (eyes glistening, softly):
"I've been waiting for you all these years… my king."
He rises to his feet slowly, gaze fixed on Sang's face.
Kaizer (with a hopeful smile):
"Let me inform the others. They'll rejoice to know you've returned."
But Sang doesn't respond. He looks at Kaizer like a stranger in a dream.
Kaizer (hurt but gentle):
"You don't remember me… do you?"
Eldrin steps forward solemnly.
Eldrin (calmly):
"That's the problem. He has the power… but not the memories."
Kaizer turns to the others, voice tightening with confusion.
Kaizer (frustrated):
"Then why didn't she tell us?! We told her—if he ever awakens on Earth, she should inform us immediately!"
From the back, Ziron joins him, voice laced with suspicion.
Ziron (grimly):
"We trusted her. But what did she really do down there?"
Eldrin (tone heavy):
"You've forgotten… what she did. Maybe seeing him again will remind her… and him."
Wounds and Warmth
Across the hall, Sylin sits quietly on the cold marble floor, wounds painting her arms in shades of crimson and sorrow.
She's surrounded now by Zoick, Rakhad, Rohdan, Mohiran, Lohirian, Azira, Selia, Lyra, Nero, and Upanor—every one of them kneeling beside her, gently tending her injuries.
She gives a soft smile, the kind that hides a thousand aches, and lets them wrap her wounds.
Sylin (whispering, tearfully):
"Thank you… all of you."
The Command of a King
A sudden surge of energy explodes from the far side of the chamber.
Sang turns sharply, his voice low, gritted with rage.
Sang (growling):
"Eldrin… do… I… say… something… to… you…?"
He steps forward like thunder incarnate.
Sang (roaring):
"JUST OPEN THE DAMN PORTAL!"
The command crashes like a tidal wave.
Eldrin visibly shakes. Everyone near him—even Ziron,Kaizer, and his team —shudders to their bones. Eldrin bows, his voice breaking.
Eldrin (trembling):
"Y-Yes, my king… I'll open it right away."
In the distance, Sylin's face turns pale, lips parting in silent dread.
The Goodbye That Wasn't
The portal shimmers into existence—swirling, golden, humming with ancient energy.
Eldrin turns to the warriors.
Eldrin (quietly):
"Zoick. Rakhad. Let's go."
They begin to walk. But before they can vanish into the portal—
Sylin staggers to her feet, voice cracking with sorrow.
Sylin (yelling, tears in her eyes):
"Why are you leaving?! If I meant nothing to you—why did you save me then?!"
She sobs.
Sylin (pleading):
"I can't imagine a world without you, Sang… or whoever you are…"
Sang stops at the edge of the portal. He glances back.
His eyes are cold. His voice colder.
Sang (flatly):
"It's my responsibility."
He turns again.
But then—
Sylin runs forward and hugs him from behind, trembling, burying her face into his back.
The world halts.
A flash of visions storms into Sang's mind—fragments, laughter, grief, a forgotten touch, her voice.
He spins.
And sees her.
She's crying. Holding him tight. Her eyes locked into his with desperate love.
Sylin (softly):
"Please don't forget me again…"
His eyes shift—burning blue, flickering gold.
She leans forward—
And kisses him.
A long, gentle, tearful kiss… to stop him from disappearing into madness again.
The Eternal Conclave Moves
Far above, among drifting galaxies and divine light—
The Eternal Conclave disperses.
Suddenly—
King 2 (cold, warning):
"Remember this well. We must reach the stone… before he does."
Vilgrim (turning, suspicious):
"Who…?"
King 3 (smirking, voice like fate itself):
"Roykthai."