Ash rained from the heavens like forgotten prayers.
Light stood before the Gate of Olkaira, its celestial carvings shifting like memories resisting being remembered. The battle behind him, the post-battle silence before him—it all weighed on him heavier than Pyron's fire ever did. The sigil on his arm pulsed again, brighter, faster, as if the gate itself recognized his blood.
But something was wrong.
The air shimmered. The stars behind the gate blinked like startled eyes.
Then a whisper echoed from the heavens.
"She moves again."
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1. The Gate Opens
Nuariel knelt still, her blades shattered by the temporal fire. She looked up as the stars above the gate twisted, forming symbols no one present could understand—except Ilyra.
"It's responding to her," Ilyra said, clutching the Tome of Oracles. "Not just Light… but her—Morrigan. Something ancient woke with her flames."
The gate cracked open—not fully, but just enough to slip through. A sharp gust of cosmic wind blasted outward, nearly tearing Kyle's coat off. Mira held onto Light's hand instinctively. For a moment, he didn't let go.
Behind them, Barak muttered, "We're stepping into a realm where reality forgot its rules. From this point on, even your thoughts can betray you."
They stepped through.
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2. Olkaira — The Forgotten Star
Beyond the gate was not a place, but a feeling. Endless sky above, glowing rivers beneath their feet, and islands that floated with no anchor. Olkaira shimmered with haunting beauty, like a dream glimpsed in a fever.
Light could feel it—his powers expanding, mutating, as if the very realm was drawing out the truth in him.
They didn't walk far before something new appeared.
A temple—cracked and overgrown with vines of starlight. And in chains outside the gate, a girl—her body frail, her eyes glowing like candlelight behind broken glass.
"Another prisoner of the gods," Mira whispered.
The girl looked up at Light. "I'm Sila," she said, voice soft like forgotten lullabies. "I was born to serve them… but I remember freedom. Will you free me?"
Light nodded. Without hesitation, he touched her chains.
The moment they snapped, the stars shifted.
A new sigil burned into his palm.
A temporary pact was formed.
"I'll follow your light… even through madness," she said. A companion bound not by force, but by will.
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3. Echoes of False Gods
The deeper they went, the more twisted the world became. Statues of ancient gods lined the path—Athena, Odin, Anubis—cracked, broken, and weeping golden blood.
"This place was once a throne room," Ilyra whispered. "The myths were born here… and now they rot."
Barak stopped.
"We're being watched."
A voice boomed overhead, deep and cruel.
"Who dares awaken the Hollow Tyrant's gaze?"
Caedros, the first of the Lost Gods, materialized like a shattered mirror reassembled by hate. Half his body was armor. The other half? Hollow flame. His voice thundered like galaxies screaming.
Light stepped forward.
"I don't fear tyrants. I burn them."
Caedros laughed. "Then step forward, Flameborn. And let me see if your soul is worth devouring."
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4. A Clash of Will and Flame
The battle erupted like a god's tantrum.
Caedros summoned blades made of forgotten prayers and broken promises. Light summoned fire older than language, his hands dancing like a conductor to a symphony of destruction.
Sila fought beside him—ghost-like, swift, her chains now turned into blades of light.
Kyle was pinned by Caedros' sentient shadows, Mira held the line with magic shields, and Barak fought hand-to-hand, his arms glowing with runes that cracked space itself.
The tide turned only when Light unleashed the Eye of Olkaira, tapping into a memory he never lived: standing at the center of the universe, alone, a child of fire and silence.
That memory became power.
He pierced Caedros' chest with a spear of living flame.
Caedros fell, not dead, but banished, roaring, "You are not what you think you are… child of Morrigan!"
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5. Aftermath and Oaths
The temple behind Caedros crumbled. Olkaira shook.
Sila looked to Light. "You burned a god."
He didn't answer. He was staring at his hand—the sigil glowing, cracking.
Barak walked up, concerned. "You're changing too fast. That power—this place—it'll consume you."
Light: "Let it try."
Mira stepped closer. "Don't lose yourself… please."
Light looked at her for a long time, but his thoughts were distant.
"I won't lose myself. I'll lose everything else first."
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Post-Credit Scene
A realm between time.
Flames flickered in the shape of wings.
Morrigan stood in the ruins of a divine court, gods crucified behind her.
She whispered into the void, "You thought banishment would end me?"
Her eyes turned to the stars—Olkaira. Her voice was both mother and monster.
"I'm coming for him. And I'll burn down the gods who chained me… one scream at a time."
A child's laughter echoed behind her—twisted and wrong.