It called to those who had lost their way, igniting a flicker of hope in their hearts. As the sky shimmered with the brilliance of rebirth, whispers of destiny began to weave through the air, promising a new era of light and awakening.Diana stood alone in the field of white fire, her golden armor cracked and gleaming faintly in the afterglow of her choice. In her palm burned the last ember of the First Flame—small, but infinite. Its warmth was both comfort and burden, a heartbeat that wasn’t hers yet pulsed in perfect rhythm with her soul.But she wasn’t alone for long.The air before her shimmered — ripples forming as if time itself bent to bow. From the distortion stepped a tall figure cloaked in shadows and starlight, his eyes glowing like molten bronze. His voice was low, resonant, and timeless.“Diana, daughter of Catherine,” he said. “You’ve done what few ever dared.”“Chronos,” she whispered. “The Keeper of Ages.” He inclined his head slightly, though the air around him crackl