Silus stood in the center of the silent universe, his dark-gold aura slowly fading into a calm, steady glow. The stars themselves seemed to bow to him. Suddenly, the darkness was pushed back by a light so pure it didn't cast a shadow.
"You have finished your walk through the fire, young King," a voice echoed, sounding like a thousand harmonizing bells.
Silus didn't flinch. "Show yourself. Are you another 'God' I have to erase?"
The light condensed into a figure of infinite beauty. "I am no enemy. I am GENESIS, the Beginning and the End. You have taken your vengeance, Silus. You have broken the chains of Fate. But tell me... now that the throne of the universe is empty, what will you do with the silence?"
Silus looked at his scarred hands. "This world was built on a foundation of rot. I will eradicate it. I will build a world where peace is not a dream, but a law."
Genesis let out a soft, sorrowful sigh. "Peace is a fragile glass, Silus. It does not last forever. In your rage, you killed the Trinity of Gods. You saw them as tyrants, but they were also jailers. Their divine essence was the seal on a prison that has existed since before time."
Genesis leaned forward, the light around him flickering with fear. "A Great Loss is coming. An evil I thought was buried in the deep past. KRONOS, the Architect of Loss, has been awakened by the tremor of your power. He is coming for the new world you intend to build."
Silus gripped the hilt of Death, his eyes turning back into pits of infinite Void. "Let him come. If he tries to touch what is mine, I will end him with the same hands that broke Heaven."
"I hope your strength is enough," Genesis whispered, fading back into the stars.
Silus turned his gaze toward the old world of Primux. He didn't use a sword strike. He simply reached out and tapped the fabric of reality. Like a glass sphere hitting the floor, the old universe shattered into trillions of glowing dust motes.
In the empty space, Silus closed his eyes. He poured his memories, his love, and his soul into the darkness. A new planet began to form—vibrant green forests, oceans as blue as his mother's eyes, and a sun that felt like a warm embrace.
"I name this world... SILVIA," he whispered.
With a gentle breath, Silus sent a breeze across the new world. As the wind touched the earth, the dead began to stir. In the royal gardens, Queen Silvia opened her eyes and laughed. King Alaric stood by her side, his sword sheathed, a look of peace on his face. Kael woke up in a field of flowers, feeling younger and stronger than ever before.
Silus stood on a hill overlooking his parents' castle. He watched them from the shadows, a small smile on his face. He made a final choice: He erased himself. He wiped the memory of "Prince Silus" from every mind in the world. To his parents, he was a son they never had to lose. To Kael, he was a brother who never had to suffer. Silus chose to be a ghost—a silent guardian watching over their happiness from the Void.
For a long time, there was peace. The world of Silvia flourished.
But far beyond the edge of the new universe, inside a prison of shattered time and jagged prisms, something stirred. Two glowing red eyes snapped open, bleeding into the darkness. A rusted clock hand ticked once... twice...
KRONOS HAD ARRIVED.