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

Darian stood alone in the middle of a silent space formed from glowing stones and living mist. The sky above him was not the sky—it was a quiet sea of stars.Beneath his feet, a giant triangular altar formation glowed, as if calling out directions.Three small altars surrounded the center: one with a jade pattern (Anita), one with a wind symbol (Yara), and one with dragon scales (Liria). In the middle of the formation was Darian—the center of all soul flows.Varesh appeared in a projection of light.“This ritual must begin in balance. One woman, one direction, one will. And only you can bind the three together.”Yara stepped onto the wind altar. Her face was calm, her eyes like dew that knew its direction.“I have come to fill the space that was once empty beside Darian. Not to fill the void, but to transform it into power.”Anita walked to the jade altar. Her steps were light, but her gaze was like a fire that had learned to embrace.“I come because I have chosen. Not because I am bou

“Kaede Tsukikage.”Darian's voice was calm, but every word echoed in the air like an irrefutable law of nature. “Your threat has reached its limit. Today, your shadow will disappear from this world.”Kaede grinned, although his eyes hid his anxiety. “New powers? Interesting. But I didn't come here to avoid a fight. I came to take what is rightfully mine.”He waved his hand, signaling his followers. “Destroy everything!” The battle erupted. The Demon Cultivators charged forward, trying to surround Darian and his group.However, the synergy between Darian, Yara, and Anita was clear. They were no longer three individuals fighting alone, but a single living entity moving in perfect harmony. Their every move was protected, their every attack supported—as if nature itself was on their side. The presence of the three of them was a manifestation of the power born of love, trust, and unwavering determination.Not wanting the battle to drag on, Darian raised his hand and pointed directly at Ka

The world has changed. Not with explosions or cheers, but with a profound silence—like the sky holding its breath, as if the universe itself is learning to welcome new hope.The Upper World is now wide open. The golden veil that once separated reality and illusion has vanished, replaced by an endless expanse of honest stars floating without bounds.Amidst the ruins of the Astral Temple that had been silent for millions of years, four figures stood in silence: Darian, Yara, Anita, and Liria.They did not speak. They did not need to. Their souls were too deeply connected to need words.Yara stands with her head tilted back, gazing at the new sky as if still in disbelief. The cosmic mist flowing around her gently caresses her face, and in the faint glow of its reflection, she sees the shadow of her former self.This modern girl once gazed at the stars from her apartment balcony, wondering if there was any meaning in all the chaos of her life.Yara took a deep breath, her chest tight with