The sky was torn apart by divine light and infernal darkness. Golden bolts and black shadows clashed above the world as Angels and Demons waged the Holy War — a conflict that shook every realm and threatened to shatter the balance of creation itself.
The battlefield was chaos. Floating temples collapsed, and explosions of raw energy lit the land in impossible colors.
Amidst the destruction, Lilith ran with baby Max in her arms. Her eyes burned with determination, but fear trembled behind them. At her side, Merlin advanced with flawless control, weaving barriers of light and bending paths open through fire and ruin. Beside him, Astarielle — Merlin's sister — stood as an unyielding wall of pure energy, shielding Lilith and the crystal that was about to be born.
— Lilith! The Crystal! — Astarielle shouted, deflecting a crushing strike from a demon lord.
Lilith knew time was running out. She gathered every ounce of her power and forged the Crystal of Pure Essence, transferring Max's soul into it. The sphere pulsed with fierce light, wrapping the child in unbreakable protection.
— Max… live… — she whispered, as the last of her strength drained away. Her body collapsed lifeless to the ground, while the crystal blazed even brighter.
Merlin caught the Crystal and pressed forward with Astarielle, every step a dance of strategy and survival as angels and demons rained destruction upon them.
Then, the air itself shifted. A presence beyond words descended.
The Void had arrived.
Floating high above the battlefield, a single snap of its fingers unleashed a blinding wave. In an instant, the war was sealed. Angels and demons alike fell silent, their power chained by an authority they could not resist.
The Crystal in Merlin's hands pulsed faintly in response, as if recognizing the Void's command.
— He… did this alone? — Astarielle whispered, awe and fear twisting in her voice.
But before she could say more, her body began to dissolve into ash. Her eyes met Merlin's one last time before she vanished completely.
Pain surged through Merlin's chest, but he pressed forward. He had no choice. Carrying the crystal, he swore to protect Max, to hide the truth of his hybrid blood, and to prepare him for the destiny that awaited.
Silence fell over the battlefield. The sun bled across the horizon, staining the heavens in gold and crimson — the colors of victory and death.
And within the shining crystal, the future of the world was sealed.
Max, the child of two forbidden worlds, slept — the Last Hybrid, waiting for the day he would awaken and change the fate of every race.