Chapter 381 — The Memory of BloodSainz stood beneath the First Dawn with blood covering both of her hands, and for several seconds she could not understand what she was seeing. The sky above her was completely black, yet the enormous emerald flame suspended in the heavens illuminated everything below it. There were no kingdoms, no cities, and no people anywhere in sight. The world was still young, unfinished, and frighteningly quiet.Avarion stood several steps away from her, but he was much younger than the father she remembered. His silver hair was shorter, his crimson eyes were brighter, and there was no exhaustion in his face. He looked almost happy.Then Sainz heard a child crying.She turned around.A tiny figure lay in the grass beside the emerald flame, surrounded by shattered pieces of crystal. It was the little Sainz she had just seen beneath the garden tree, but something was terribly wrong. The child's body was covered in faint cracks of emerald light, as though she had b

The Architects ReturnThe emerald symbol above the crystal tree continued to expand until it covered half the sky, and every person on the island could feel the ancient presence approaching from beyond it. Sainz stood at the center of the gathering with Ren beside her, while Avarion watched the enormous symbol with an expression none of them had ever seen on his face before.Fear.The First Witness raised its crystal staff, but Avarion immediately stopped it."Don't."The Witness stared at him."They are the Architects.""I know.""Then we must prepare."Avarion shook his head."You cannot fight them."Kendrick frowned."That's a terrible thing to say after everything we've survived."Avarion looked toward him."They aren't coming to fight.""Then why are they coming?"Avarion's eyes remained fixed upon the emerald symbol."To collect what they believe belongs to them."Sainz stepped forward."What belongs to them?"Avarion looked at her."Creation."The symbol suddenly split open.T

The Voice Inside AvarionThe emerald explosion sent a wave of light across the island, forcing everyone to shield their eyes as the crystal tree shook violently beneath them. Sainz remained completely still, staring at Avarion while the ancient voice continued to echo from somewhere inside him."Hello, little star."Avarion's body trembled.His crimson eyes widened as though he had suddenly become a prisoner inside his own body.Sainz stepped toward him."Father?"Avarion raised one hand."Don't come closer."His voice was strained."I don't know how long I can keep it contained."The golden-eyed Architect watched him carefully."It was always there."Sainz turned sharply."What is inside him?"The Architect's expression became solemn."The original consciousness of the First Architect."The words struck everyone with disbelief.Avarion looked down at his hands."I thought I destroyed it.""You couldn't."The white-winged Architect answered."You only buried it."Sainz looked at Avari

Chapter 387 — The Child Without a PastThe child stood quietly in the middle of the Isle of First Light, staring at the countless stars that had appeared after the Null disappeared. His small hands trembled as he tried to understand the warmth surrounding him. For the first time since his existence began, there was no darkness inside him, no endless emptiness, and no voice telling him that nothing mattered.Sainz knelt before him."What is your name?"The child looked confused."I don't have one."Sainz smiled gently."Then you can choose one."He looked toward Ren.Ren smiled back."Choose something you like."The child looked at the sky for a long moment."I like the stars."Kendrick smiled."That's a good beginning."The child looked toward Sainz again."Can I be called Star?"Sainz nodded."Star."The name seemed to settle around him like a warm blanket.For the first time, the child smiled.Avarion watched quietly from a distance, his expression filled with something Sainz had ra

The Army of CreationThe sky above the Isle of First Light became brighter than the sun as millions of lights rose from every corner of creation, each one representing a person who had chosen to stand rather than surrender. They were not soldiers in the traditional sense, and most had never held a weapon, but they carried something the Originators had never understood: the ability to choose their own purpose.The golden army descended from the enormous ship, their armor shining like pieces of captured sunlight. They moved with perfect formation, each soldier identical to the next, and every one of them carried the same expressionless face.The Originator raised her hand."Creation will return to its original design."Sainz stepped forward."Creation has no original design anymore."The Originator's eyes narrowed."You were made to obey.""I was made to create.""And creation must obey its creator."Sainz shook her head."That is where you are wrong."She lifted her hand toward the sky