Arius stood at the edge of the abyss, the wind lashing his face like farewell slaps from a world that had given him nothing but pain. In that moment, the black void beneath his feet did not represent death—it represented the "end" he had longed for.
He heard steady footsteps approaching behind him; footsteps he could never mistake. It was Nahira. She stood with her usual pride, but a strange glimmer in her eyes hinted at something he had never seen in her before—a suppressed चिंता hidden behind a wall of dominance.
"Arius… stop. Come back at once," she said in a commanding tone, as if ordering a servant. "Do not dare disobey me." Arius did not move, and her voice rose sharply, shaking the surroundings: "This pit is not an escape—it is oblivion! Whoever falls into it is erased from existence and time!"
Arius slowly turned toward her. There was no trace of the fear she was used to seeing in his eyes. Instead, there was a terrifying calm… and quiet madness. He laughed softly, his laughter clearer than ever before. "At least… I'll finally be rid of you, you damned woman."
Nahira froze. His words struck like daggers, piercing through her royal composure. Before she could process the shock, Arius threw himself into the abyss. His body fell, dissolving into darkness, and in his final moment, he gave her a look of triumph and spite that burned through her pride.
Nahira stood at the edge, silent as a marble statue. The wind played with her cloak as her eyes stared into the void that had swallowed her "failed project." One of the soldiers asked in fear, "My lady… are you alright?" She did not answer immediately. She gazed into the darkness for a long time before turning away with icy indifference. "Everyone, return to your duties. It is over… in any case."
Nahira left, and with every step she took, she buried behind her the memory of a boy who once dreamed of a normal life, only to end as a speck of dust in a merciless universe.
The Confrontation in Absolute White
Boom! Arius opened his eyes to find himself in an endless white space. He was paralyzed, yet his soul was boiling. "Welcome… I see you died quickly," a mocking voice echoed through the void.
Arius erupted in a scream: "You cursed voice! You deceived me! Sixteen years of hell and humiliation because of you! I gained nothing but pain!" The voice laughed coldly. "Did you not ask for power? In this world, nothing is given without a price… and you paid it."
"Paid for what?!" Arius roared. "You were toying with me while I was crushed every day!" Silence fell, then the voice replied in a sinister tone: "Perhaps you are right… in truth, I was growing bored watching you get beaten without resistance. But… all of it was a test."
The voice drew closer, its tone heavier, more terrifying. "I will send you to a completely different place. But this time, the price is your very being. I will erase your memory—you will not remember Nahira, your family, or even this hell. I will grant you a power created for you alone… the power of the Celestine."
Arius closed his eyes. An internal struggle tore through him: to forget the pain in exchange for an unknown future? "I accept," he finally whispered. At that moment, a purple, intertwined symbol appeared on his back—a vortex of cosmic energy that did not belong to this dimension. "This symbol? You will understand it later," the voice said mysteriously. "Remember my advice: if we meet there… follow me. Trust me more than anyone else… this is your last chance. If you die… I will not bring you back."
Birth: A Cry Against the Storm
On the planet Celestine, the sky was torn apart by lightning, as if the universe itself had declared a cosmic emergency. Alberto stood on his balcony, watching the lightning split the peaks of the sacred mountains.
A maid broke the silence: "Lord Alberto! He has been born!" Alberto rushed like a storm toward the royal chamber. He opened the door to see his wife, Hils, holding a strangely calm infant—a child whose features carried a dignity that did not belong to a newborn.
Alberto took the child and held him close to his chest. In that moment, he did not hear the rain—he heard a strange voice echoing inside his skull, a voice no one else could hear: "Name him… Arius.
Alberto's body trembled, as if the name had carved its mark into his soul. He whispered in awe and overwhelming emotion: "Arius… Hils smiled, unaware that she had just given voice to a name that was both "curse and blessing" at once.
Arius was born again. Without memory, without chains, and without fear. Born in the heart of the Celestine nation, while the storm outside played the first symphony of his new destiny… a destiny no onenot even Nahiracould ever imagine.