Elarion stepped into the portal, and the world behind him dissolved.
The sensation was surreal—like walking through liquid light. The space around him shimmered, folding and stretching in impossible ways.
Runes danced across the walls of the corridor, glowing with ethereal hues that pulsed in rhythm with his steps. Time felt suspended, and yet, he moved forward.
Her mastery over spatial element… it's beyond anything I've ever seen, he thought, eyes scanning the shifting patterns around him. To open a portal like this in mere seconds…
He had encountered spatial mages before—rare individuals who could bend space, teleport short distances, or create temporary folds. But none had ever crafted a corridor this stable, this vast, this… divine.
His admiration for Seraphyne deepened.
Even Kellen tried to learn spatial magic, he mused. But… wait. Kellen?
He paused mid-step, a flicker of confusion crossing his translucent face.
Was that his name? The thought slipped like water through his fingers. He tried to grasp it, to hold onto the image of the boy who had once called him "Master." But it was fading. Blurred.
He sighed, a quiet sound swallowed by the corridor's silence.
And the girl… the one who became High Priestess… what was her name?
Nothing came. Just a hollow ache where memories used to be.
Elarion closed his eyes briefly, then opened them with calm acceptance.
It's fading. Halfway gone. But… I'm still me.
His personality, his instincts, his sense of self—they remained intact. Even if the names and faces slipped away, the essence of who he was endured. That thought brought a faint smile to his lips.
I'll make new memories. New bonds. That's enough.
As he walked, more fragments dissolved. Battles, friendships, laughter—all drifting into the void. But one thing remained.
His blades.
The twin-bladed edge sword—his partner in countless wars. He could still feel its weight, its balance, the way it sang through the air. The techniques were blurred, the name forgotten, but the connection lingered like a heartbeat.
You stayed with me, he thought. Even when everything else faded.
Ahead, the corridor began to widen. The shimmering walls thinned, revealing a vast opening.
Elarion slowed his pace, not out of hesitation, but reverence. He didn't rush. Excitement buzzed beneath his skin, but he held it in check. This was a new beginning, and he would meet it with grace.
He reached the exit and stepped through.
What he saw stole his breath.
A planet—vast, majestic, and mostly blue. Oceans stretched endlessly, broken only by patches of brown and green landmasses. At the far end, a light blue region shimmered with ice, reflecting sunlight like a mirror.
So this is space, he thought, awe blooming in his chest. I never got to see it in Avalonia.
The view was mesmerizing. He floated silently, his soul form drifting like a feather in the cosmic wind. Stars twinkled in the distance, and the planet rotated slowly beneath him.
Then, a wave of fatigue hit.
His body—if it could still be called that—grew heavy. His thoughts slowed. A deep sleepiness wrapped around him, irresistible and absolute.
What's happening…?
He tried to resist, but his soul obeyed a deeper command. His eyes closed, and his mind slipped into stillness. No thoughts. No dreams. Just silence.
His soul form, now unconscious, began to descend.
Invisible to satellites and unseen by any eye, it floated gently toward the planet. Guided by unseen forces, it searched—not for power, not for glory, but for a place to begin again.
It drifted across oceans, mountains, and cities, finally settling over a continent known as Asia. In the eastern part of this land lay a country called China—vast, ancient, and rising in strength. Its people were known for their resilience, their discipline, and their quiet pride.
The soul form hovered briefly, then descended.
It passed through clouds, rooftops, and trees, finally arriving at a grand mansion nestled in a quiet district. The estate was elegant, surrounded by high walls and lush gardens. A pool sparkled in the afternoon sun, and beside it sat a woman.
She was breathtaking.
Silver hair cascaded down her shoulders, catching the sunlight like strands of moonlight. Her skin glowed with health, and her eyes—though currently focused on a book—held a depth that spoke of wisdom and warmth. A slight bulge in her stomach confirmed her pregnancy.
She sat beneath a shaded canopy, one hand holding a book, the other gently caressing her belly.
The soul form accelerated, drawn by something unseen. It rushed toward her, aiming directly for her stomach—but instead of colliding, it passed through effortlessly, merging with the tiny life growing within.
The woman gasped.
Her book slipped from her fingers and landed softly on the cushion beside her. She placed both hands on her stomach, eyes wide.
"What… was that?" she whispered.
She looked around. The pool shimmered quietly. The trees rustled gently. No one was nearby. No strange sounds. No signs of disturbance.
She exhaled slowly, then chuckled. "Imagination, perhaps."
She leaned back, smiling softly. "Or maybe… my child is already full of surprises."
Her fingers traced gentle circles on her belly, her expression tender. "Even before birth, you're making me feel special."
She picked up the book again, but before she could resume reading, a child's cry echoed from inside the mansion.
She sighed, amused. "Ah, she's awake."
She stood gracefully, adjusting her dress. Her steps were light, but her presence carried weight.
Power. Status.
Inside the mansion, seven maids moved with practiced efficiency. One, older and stern, was clearly the head maid. The others handled various tasks—cleaning, cooking, organizing. Their uniforms were crisp, their movements precise.
The woman walked past them with a nod, her silver hair trailing behind her like a banner.
She's someone important, one maid whispered.
Of course. She's Lady Lin Mei.
Lin Mei reached the nursery, where a little girl sat in bed, rubbing her eyes and pouting.
"Troublesome little star," Lin Mei murmured, smiling. "You always wake up when I'm finally relaxing."
The girl looked up, her expression brightening. "Mama!"
Lin Mei's heart melted. "Yes, yes. I'm here."
She lifted the child into her arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Let's go find something sweet to eat. You've earned it."
As she walked through the halls, her thoughts drifted back to the moment by the pool.
Something did happen, she thought. I felt it. A presence. A spark.
She looked down at her stomach, now quiet and still.
Who are you, little one?
And somewhere deep within her womb, a soul stirred—silent, watching, waiting.
Elarion, reborn.
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