The sky above the mortal realm burned with a silver-gold-red light.
Arka descended from the Celestial Veil, his aura blazing with the combined power of the Star, Sea, Flame, and Final Seal. Every step he took left traces of light across the land.
The world seemed unchanged yet everything felt wrong. Cities were silent, forests overgrown, rivers tainted crimson.
He landed atop a hill, overlooking the capital of Tharos, now barely recognizable after decades of corruption and forgotten wars.
"This is the world that survived my absence,"
the wolf said softly.
"And it is now yours to mend… or destroy."
Arka clenched his fists. "I'll fix it. Whatever it takes."
✦ The Mortal Eye
As he walked into Tharos, people stopped.
Whispers followed him like shadows:
"The Star Wolf has returned."
"Is he savior… or harbinger?"
Arka moved silently through the streets, observing the suffering children begging for scraps, priests exploiting faith, merchants hoarding magic relics.
The corruption ran deep, far beyond the physical decay he saw.
"They've forgotten what it means to live with honor," the wolf said.
"To remember the beasts they once worshipped."
Arka's eyes glowed faintly silver-gold. "Then I'll remind them."
✦ The Call of War
From the horizon, a dark storm rose unnatural, swirling with crimson and violet lightning.
The final adversary had arrived: remnants of the corrupted gods who had resisted the seals, their power twisted by centuries of mortal worship and fear.
A voice boomed from the storm:
"You dare claim the Final Seal, Star Wolf? You shall not touch this world again!"
Arka stepped forward, the light of all Seals igniting around him.
"I don't seek to touch it. I seek to save it."
The first strike shattered the ground. Mortal and divine collided in explosions of starlight and flame. Arka's aura roared across the battlefield, cutting through corrupted beasts and rogue priests alike.
"Each Seal strengthens the other," the wolf noted.
"Use them in harmony, not force."
Arka weaved through the storm, every step a symphony of silver, crimson, and gold moving faster than the eyes could follow.
✦ Reclaiming Tharos
By dawn, the city lay in quiet awe.
The storm had vanished. The corrupted forces were gone, scattered or purified by Arka's presence.
People slowly emerged, eyes wide, realizing the return of a legend they had only heard in whispers.
A child approached him, clutching a tattered wolf talisman.
"Are you… really him?"
Arka knelt, offering a faint smile.
"I am what the Star Wolf was meant to be protector, not destroyer."
The wolf inside him purred softly.
"You have done well, heir. But the final trials await."
✦ A Sovereign Among Mortals
Arka stood atop the city walls, the sunrise catching every outline of his aura.
The stars, sea, and flame intertwined, glowing with the power of gods and beasts alike.
He could feel every heartbeat of the world every pain, every hope, every whisper of life.
"This is only the beginning," he murmured.
"The world will remember… the Star Wolf is back."
And with that, a new era began one of redemption, remembrance, and reckoning.