"He walked into the sky, but left no shadow.
He returned, but left no name.
And the world wept for the step it could not follow."
Ren Zu sought a road beyond all others. And found it — a footprint made not of dirt, but ink.
He stepped.
And was erased.
No prayer remembered him. No statue bore his face. No myth spoke his name.
But in that silence, a child was born — not of blood, but of forgotten intention.
This child bore no past, no name, no fate.
Yet when it walked, the Loom of Heaven trembled.
This was the Final Sovereign.
And the world feared what it could not recall.