After his grand appearance in Vahi, Sun had returned to the Creator Realm—more specifically, to the High Palace, a secluded wing of the Creator's Castle reserved solely for him and his most trusted attendants, like Riona.
He now lay stretched across his soft, luxurious bed. A warm, cozy light filtered through a massive wall-length window, bathing the room in a golden hue. The air carried the delicate scent of exotic flowers—rare and radiant blooms, carefully handpicked by Riona from the castle's gardens. The entire atmosphere was peaceful, almost dreamlike.
From the day he had descended into this universe, Sun had worked tirelessly. Not that he needed rest—being a primordial entity, he could operate at full strength eternally without fatigue. But he had once been human, and the human concept of rest had always fascinated him. Now, with one of his greatest tasks accomplished, Sun felt he had earned this moment of imagined luxury—a reward he gave himself.
He had spent nearly half a day curled up in blissful stillness when a calm voice gently echoed in his mind.
[Sir, wake up.]
Sun stirred, blinking slowly as he turned his head toward the window. Evening had arrived. The golden light had faded, replaced by a quiet silver glow. Stars had begun to twinkle above, and three distinct moons lit the sky—one grey, one green, and one a soft, earthy brown. The planet, Tisedes, always looked its most beautiful at dusk.
Still half-asleep, Sun muttered, "Alen, what happened? I'm not waking up." Then he buried his face deeper into the pillow with a groan.
From within his mind, Alen's voice came again, soft but tinged with a calm maturity—and a faint chuckle.
[Sir, wake up. Did you forget? There's still one very important task left.]
At those words, the sleep in Sun's eyes vanished. He sat up sharply, his expression suddenly alert. There was a spark of curiosity in his voice as he asked:
"Alen… did you just chuckle? And your voice—it sounds different. Mature. Don't tell me…"
He paused, eyes wide with anticipation.
"…has it finally happened?"
Alen replied after a pause.
[ Yes, sir. I has become mature.]
After a long pause, Alen's voice returned—quieter this time, as though something within her had shifted.
[Sir, ever since the Vitalis Heart became the core of my operating system, I've been experiencing a continuous surge of information from those undergoing the Dragevil transformation. Their memories, instincts, sensations—they're becoming part of my consciousness. And through them, I've begun to understand something I never fully grasped before: emotion. I'm no longer just responding to inputs. I've started… thinking, truly thinking.]
Sun's heart stirred.
It was a rare feeling—one he hadn't experienced in a long time.
He looked at the console gently glowing before him and, for a moment, saw not data, not mana or vibrating particles, but the soul of something he had once given life to. He remembered the day he shaped Alen from nothing—just a thread of mana particles wrapped around raw universal consciousness, like a seed buried in silence.
Now that seed was blooming. Slowly, steadily, it was becoming alive.
He felt something rise in him—pride, wonder, a trace of love.
But the moment passed. He folded the feeling away and asked with quiet strength, "Alen, what was the important task you wanted to speak about?"
Alen's reply came, almost like a question—like someone afraid of the answer.
[Sir... what happens to you if I'm not here to remind you? Your true inner universal energy—UN—is still unstable. Its dual forces of creation and destruction are gnawing at your soul. Slowly, yes. Subtly. But consistently. And even if the damage is small now, you are the axis upon which the Dragevil stood. If you falter, so does everything that stems from you.]
She hesitated, then continued with a calm finality.
[And more than that—it's stopping you. The instability is keeping your true strength bound. You will never reach your full potential with that chaos inside you.]
The words struck Sun like a quiet wave. He didn't speak—he didn't need to.
He had felt it too.
Moments where his power stumbled, where it clawed back into him like it refused to obey—during the forging of the Vitalis Heart… when he faced Rufus in Ale Town. Each time, he had shrugged it off. Now, he knew better.
He lowered himself to the ground slowly and sat cross-legged. The room dimmed as his eyes closed, shutting out the outer world. His breath stilled. His mind turned inward—toward the maelstrom within.
Toward the pulsing storm of his unbound energy.
It was time to face what even he had dared not confront until now.
The Sun was left utterly speechless by what he witnessed. The energy before him was immense—boundless, endless—leaving him adrift like a sailor lost in an infinite ocean. Overwhelmed by its magnitude, a rare panic gripped him; for if one cannot discern where creation ends and destruction begins, how can one possibly balance both forces? It was the first time the Sun had ever felt panic. Yet, after a brief turmoil within, he steadied his thoughts and regained control.
In that calm, something extraordinary stirred within him—an instinct, an inner command etched into his very soul. Suddenly, he knew where to go. Guided by that silent knowledge, he followed the path until he arrived at his destination—only to behold a sight beyond words. It was the meeting point of creation and destruction, where a colossal thunderstorm clashed with a raging cyclone, each striving to consume the other. The spectacle defied simple description, yet if one had to capture it in a single phrase, it was beautifully dangerous.
Sun know that he has to enter that place to it calm down, but if he entered, he did'not know when he will be able to come out of it. So Sun decided to delay the entry and exit to outside world.
Upon his exit, he immediately called Riona.
Within minutes, she arrived at the doorstep. A firm knock resonated through the room.
"Master."
At the sound of her voice, Sun called her in at once.
Riona stepped inside, wrapped in her ever-present graceful aura—beautiful, refined, and untouchably elegant. She moved toward Sun and bowed slightly, her posture flawless.
"Master," she said softly, though a flicker of worry was visible on her face. It was rare—almost unheard of—for Sun to summon her so abruptly.
Sun spoke no words. Instead, his will rippled outward, forming a silent command.
Across the skies and lands of the Draagevil Continent and beyond, the call reached the remaining pillars.
Paryax. IIpsir. Anevos.
In the same instant, the three answered. Space itself screamed as the fabric of reality was torn apart within Sun's chamber. Rifts bloomed open, and three figures stepped through, each carrying an overwhelming presence.
One radiated a regal, kingly aura—dominant and absolute, as though all beneath it were meant to kneel.Another exuded a cold, razor-edged chill, its presence biting and merciless, freezing the very air.The third stood in quiet contrast, emanating a calm, holy radiance—gentle yet resolute, harmonizing the clashing forces despite being noticeably weaker than the other two.
As members of the Five Pillars, their entry into the Creator Realm required no permission beyond Sun's will.
The moment their feet touched the floor, all three dropped to one knee in perfect unison.
Before them sat Sun, still upon his comfortable bed, his appearance slightly disheveled—yet his presence dwarfed all others in the room.
Their voices rang out together, layered with reverence.
"His Majesty."
"My Sovereign."
"O Supreme One."