The light of Arhaan's star spread across the sky of the mortal world like a second sun — softer than day, brighter than night, warm as a heartbeat.
Every nation, every kingdom, every hidden valley, every war-torn ruin lifted its eyes to the heavens and felt something unfamiliar.
Freedom.
For the first time in human history, fate was no longer written by angels or a silent throne.
The chains of destiny that had quietly guided births, deaths, victories, and tragedies…
were gone.
And the world reacted.
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I. THE KINGDOMS AWAKEN
In the capital city of Eshara, the High Emperor stood on his balcony, staring at the new star that hovered beside the moon.
Priests knelt behind him, trembling.
"Your Majesty," one whispered shakily,
"the divine star… its presence overwhelms the old omens. Our prophecies no longer respond. The sacred flames remain dark."
The Emperor exhaled slowly.
"No more prophecies," he murmured.
"No more divine warnings.
No more fate."
He smiled — something he had not done in years.
"For once, we will rule ourselves."
Across the kingdoms, rulers felt the same shift.
Some felt fear.
Some felt relief.
But all felt the truth:
There was no longer a god watching over them.
There was something far kinder instead —
a guardian.
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II. THE PEOPLES CELEBRATE
In the desert caravans of Saroon, nomads danced around bonfires, shouting to the sky.
"THE CHAINS ARE BROKEN!"
"THE SKY HAS CHANGED!"
"WE ARE FREE!"
Children cheered as their shadows lengthened under Arhaan's star.
Elders wept as they felt the weight of destiny lift from their bones.
No whispers of doom.
No predetermined tragedies.
Just choice.
In the cold northern villages, hunters looked up from their work.
One muttered:
"My son was cursed to die before manhood…
but today, the curse's mark vanished."
He stared at his healed arm in disbelief.
"Is this the doing of the star?"
A shaman nodded.
"No…
it is the doing of a mortal who became more than gods ever were."
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III. THE NEW FAITHS
Around the world, temples once devoted to the silent Heaven found worshippers questioning everything.
Some removed their statues.
Others rewrote their doctrine.
A few burned every trace of their old faith.
New shrines appeared in their place:
simple altars facing the sky,
stones with inscriptions of gratitude,
symbols of freedom and rebirth.
They didn't pray for power.
They didn't beg for miracles.
They simply whispered:
"Thank you, Arhaan."
Not as a god.
Not as a ruler.
But as the star who chose them.
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IV. THE MAGIC SHIFT
Without Heaven's binding laws, magic changed.
Mages discovered new spells.
Jinn felt their power swell.
Healers restored life in ways previously forbidden.
Curses dissolved.
Forbidden arts became harmless.
Sacred arts lost their corruption.
Selara, watching from Heaven, whispered:
"The world is singing again."
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V. THE STIRRING OF WAR
But not everything was peaceful.
In the fortress-nation of Arkhor, the War-Lord General slammed his fist onto a stone table.
"No destiny? No divine judgment?
Then power belongs to those strong enough to seize it!"
Some leaders saw freedom as opportunity —
a chance to expand, conquer, claim lands that fate once denied them.
A new age was starting.
Not one of prophecy.
But one of ambition.
And ambition… can burn a world just as easily as any god.
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VI. THE STAR WATCHES
High above, Arhaan's light pulsed gently.
He felt every prayer, every tear, every celebration, every stirring of war.
He didn't intervene.
He didn't dominate.
But he watched.
Kael, standing in Heaven, whispered up at him:
"Brother…
they will need guidance soon."
The star brightened, as if answering.
Selara stepped beside Kael.
"Do you think he's happy?"
Kael smiled.
"No.
He's proud."