**Chapter 4: The Fury of the Forgotten**
They returned to find the Aethelion Nexus on the brink of civil war. Raoul's wrath had reached its peak.
"I will prove my worth, Aetherion!" he roared, lunging at the Eternal Scribe, his fists crackling. Lane and Void, swayed by Gringo's whispers and their own simmering sins, moved to join him.
But before the first blow could land, the 4th-dimensional being, All, broke its neutrality. Its prism-like form shimmered, and it intoned, "This ends now."
A wave of temporal force washed over the Nexus, freezing everyone in place—Raoul's fist inches from Aetherion's face, Lane's gauntlet sparking, Void's blade humming. In the sudden silence, Aetherion's mind was flooded with a vision: he saw the moment of Zion's sacrifice, the soul splitting not in two, but into a spectrum of emotions. His own being was the Pride, the Defiance, the Will to Power. Rin was the Sorrow, the Empathy, the Harmony.
His own pride had blinded him. He had been a conqueror, a scribe, a god—but he had forgotten to be a uniter.