Aedros nodded. "And at the heart of Arkhavon, sealed away, is a figure that even the Gods do not wish to remember. Sy'raeth. Your mother's older brother. A Binar God from the Upper World, who loved humans and was accused of violating heavenly purity. He was the last guardian of the varion onyx stone.“Liria gasped. ”So... the Gods are afraid of him?"“They do not fear him,” whispered Aedros. “They fear what he holds. That stone... is not just a source of power. It is a catalyst. The key to forming the true Four Corners Formation — a living formation, not just a ritual. This system can unite worlds, even change the laws of the heavens.”Darian took a deep breath. “And Orryx wants to take it?”“Yes. He wants to form the formation for himself, using Liria's body and soul as one of the corners. He believes that with the stone and full resonance, he can ascend to replace the Old Gods... and make the upper world his own.”“...and the lower world his throne,” muttered Darian, his eyes burni

As they set foot on the ground, the air split apart with a black-purple explosion. Orryx stood atop a giant altar made of divine bones.Behind him, three female replicas stood silently: distorted versions of Yara, Anita, and Liria—their faces resembled the originals, but they were empty, soulless.Orryx stared at them, his eyes red like two suns sinking in a pool of blood. “You have come,” he said. His voice echoed in their chests, not their ears. “Perfect. Your formation is complete...Then I only need to take it.”Darian raised Nyxtherion. “A formation is not something that can be stolen. It is a soul.”Orryx smiled crookedly. “Then let me tear your soul apart, and create a world that will finally submit.”The formation beneath Orryx spun wildly. Four pillars of darkness formed a black circle in the air, filled with inverted Qi, chaotic and rejecting harmony.Within it, Darian saw shadow versions of Yara, Anita, and Liria—but they weren’t them. They were like puppets, creatures formed