The halls of Ciraxennia were colder than any mortal palace, not from winter, but from memory. Raddia led Snake through a corridor lit by drifting starlight, each lantern shaped from a different constellation. Their footsteps echoed like ancient drums.“I want to show you something,” Raddia murmured.They entered a chamber carved from white-gold stone. Rows of armor lined the walls, each set pulsing faintly with the old blood of red-haireds who had served the Cirax line with unwavering loyalty. The air hummed with their lingering power.“Every armour here,” Raddia said softly, “belonged to a warrior who served the Cirax family. They are honored in these halls forever.”She guided him to one stand, an armor almost identical to the serpent armor Snake had worn in life… but grander, older, alive.Serpent scales shaped its breastplate, polished to an obsidian shine. Cloud patterns curled around the edges, glowing faintly with stormlight. Purple veins of power threaded through the metal.“T

DOOM and RADDIN REUNION, A LOVE THAT OUTLIVED DEATHDoom was still on her knees when RaddinNo, Rhel,stepped toward her.Her breath trembled.Her hands reached for his face, afraid he might turn to smoke.“I thought you were dead…” she whispered, voice cracking.A warm presence moved beside them.Raddin, his spirit, stood with the same gentle sadness he’d worn the night Doom lost him.“Your Rhel missed you, Doom.”He touched her hair as he had done centuries ago.“I don’t have long… but I wanted one last look at you.”Doom covered her mouth, tears streaming.“Our children…”“I know.” Raddin smiled with pride that seemed older than starlight.“They’ve grown into fierce warriors. Everything I hoped they’d be.For that… my sacrifice was worth it.”Her cry broke through the battlefield’s silence.Raddin’s eyes softened as he turned. RADDIN’S FINAL FAREWELLS, DARK AND GLASSDARKHe approached Dark, who stood frozen.“My girl…” Raddin said, brushing her cheek.“You are trouble. You always

Snake stood outside the tent, breathing as though he had just fought a god.The air was cold.His hands shook.His heart hurt more than any blade Tan ever plunged into him.Doom approached quietly.“My son.”Snake closed his eyes.“It’s good you gave her time to think,” Doom said softly.“Evilside needed that push.”Snake laughed bitterly.“Push? I nearly tore her apart with my words.”“Yes.” Doom smiled sadly.“Because only you can push her. Only you can reach her.She listens to no one else.Not even Heartless.Not even the gods.But you… You shake her soul.”Snake swallowed.“Every time I see those chains on her wrists…I want to break them.”Doom placed a hand on his cheek.“Only the one who carries chains can let them go.We can only help make the moment happen.Not force it.”Snake lowered his head.“I hope she listens.”“She will,” Doom whispered.“She always heard you.She just never knew how to answer.”Meanwhile, Dragon walked over, hands on his hips.“What did you do this t

The plan was simple.Ridiculously simple.Painfully simple.Day explained it with absolute confidence:“We surround him.We grab him.We throw him into the ‘emotional cave of destiny’.Evilside finds him.Love is reborn.Done.”Varun rubbed his temples.“You cannot ‘throw’ the God of Mischief into a cave…”“We can if we work together,” Ilia countered.Moon whispered to Harp:“No, we cannot. But we will try.”Attempt #1: The Net of HeavenOn a sunny afternoon, Dendra was sitting on his hill, sharpening his sword-whip as usual, brooding as usual, rejecting his feelings as usual.The gods approached from behind, holding a massive glowing net.Varun whispered:“On three…one… two…”Dendra turned his head slightly.Just slightly.The gods froze.Dendra squinted.“Why are you all hiding behind a net?”Day panicked and threw it.The net landed…on Varun.Varun roared:“YOU THREW IT ON ME?!”Dendra blinked, utterly unimpressed.“…Idiots.”He stood and left.The gods blamed each other for the

Snake Teasing Dendra MercilesslyEvilside was issuing orders like a storm with purpose,directing the assassins to the east flank,The divine guild to reinforce the healers,The warriors are to assemble for the march.Her power pulsed outward in waves,controlled now, sovereign, terrifying, beautiful.Dendra could not.Stop.Staring.His eyes followed her like a lovesick wolf.Snake elbowed him.“You keep staring like that, you’ll make half the single liroids give up on life.”Dendra didn’t even flinch.“Let me have this.I have waited… far too long.”Evilside glanced up at him, smile soft as moonlight.Dendra immediately turned pink.Snake burst out laughing.“Oh gods, look at you…The mighty general brought down by a smile.Amazing.”Dendra grumbled:“Shut up.”“No.This is too entertaining.”Evilside gave them both a sharp look.They fell silent.Immediately.She resumed her work.Snake whispered:“And she looks perfect. You’re lucky.”“Thank you, serpent.”Dendra straightened.“No