A Voice Through the Silence Outside the palace, the air is damp with dew and silence.
Bushes sway as Sang pushes forward, eyes scanning the shadows. A faint voice, neither male nor female, guides him deeper into the wild.
Sang (with unease):
"Who are you...? And how do you know the things—only I—should know?"
The voice, distant and echoing like it's coming from his own mind:
"You will understand… when you go inside yourself."
Suddenly, a mysterious open figure reveals itself ahead, glowing faintly with a cold, silver light. Sang's breath catches. Before he can take a step, he hears something behind him.
He turns—
And sees the palace, now just a short distance away, being devoured by a creeping black shade, swallowing its walls in complete silence. No screams. No collapse. Just a deep, unnatural stillness.
The voice returns, closer now:
"Why are you looking around? Come… and see what lies within."
Sang, dazed and wordless, eyes drawn by the radiant cave—steps forward, not out of curiosity, but something deeper.
Desire? Destiny? Or something buried inside him, finally waking.
The Library's Hidden TruthBack inside the ancient halls of Libru, Vilgrim, still in his disguised form, prepares to depart.
But the old librarian, eyes glowing faintly with wisdom, stops him.
Old Man (raising a wrinkled finger):
"Wait. Don't be in such a rush, young man. Look at this page... it might help you more than you know."
He taps a weathered manuscript opened before him. The ink bleeds with time, but one name glows faintly in red:
"Seyokthai."
Vilgrim pauses. His eyes narrow.
The Palace Gathers AnswersInside the grand palace chamber, the room is alive with tension and curiosity.
Kaizer, Ziron, and Eldrin stand before a group of nobles and warriors—Ceaser, Jake, Sylin, Berse, and more.
Jake:
"Tell us, Kaizer… how could someone like Sang be tied to Keyokthai Shammroy? How… did he become him?"
Kaizer (raising a hand, calm but firm):
"Settle down. One question at a time. You'll hear the truth—but prepare yourselves."
Ceaser (interrupting):
"Then answer this—Angel and Seyokthai. You mentioned those names before. Who are they? And why does saying their names shake him?"
Kaizer closes his eyes for a moment. When he speaks again, his voice trembles with respect—and sorrow.
Kaizer:
"Angel… was the only one Keyokthai ever truly loved. He would've torn the stars from the sky for her. But after… what happened to her… he changed. Saying her name now..."
(he exhales)
"…it turns him into something else."
Jake:
"What happened to her?"
Sylin turns pale, clutching her chest.
Kaizer looks at her. He notices—but doesn't press.
Berse (quietly):
"And Seyokthai?"
Ziron, stepping forward, solemnly:
"Seyokthai is—"
But then—sudden footsteps echo in the corridor.
Eldrin:
"Everyone—on alert! Warriors, take positions!"
The air tightens. Tension coils like a storm about to burst.
Journey to the Eternal ConclaveFar away, Vilgrim rides beside his knight across a barren plain, stars glinting above.
Vilgrim:
"Where are we going exactly? And what kind of meeting is this?"
Knight:
"To the Eternal Conclave, my king. A place where kings gather to decide fates... or prepare for war."
Vilgrim's expression darkens, sensing something ancient stirring in the wind.
The Hall of ThronesAt last, they enter the Grand Hall of the Eternal Conclave. It is vast, carved of obsidian and gold, lit by floating crystals that hum with power.
Four other kings sit on thrones of different realms—each aura more intimidating than the last.
As Vilgrim takes his seat, one king sneers.
King 1:
"And who might you be, stranger?"
Vilgrim (rising):
"I am Vilgrim Xyphor. The King of the Abyssal Nexus."
King 2:
"Tch. Another one? How many times do they swap kings in that pit of yours?"
Vilgrim clenches his fist, fury flickering in his gaze—but he says nothing.
King 3:
"Do you even know why we called this meeting?"
King 4 (his voice like thunder):
"Because we seek what no god dares hold. That which will make us sovereign above all."
King 1:
"But we don't know where it lies..."
King 2:
"We must search. Every world, every broken ruin. It must be found."
Vilgrim (growing tense):
"What... are you all talking about?"
A chill runs through the hall.
King 3 leans forward, eyes gleaming with hunger.
King 3:
"The Imperium Stone… young one. A shard of divinity. And whoever holds it… rewrites reality itself."