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This is a legend that has been whispered in the ancient pages of destiny for eons...

Deep in the fringes of the universe, at the very heart of the great void, Mount Marupali stands more magnificent than ever today. It pierces the heavens like a blade, standing resolute far above the reach of the stars. Within the grand palace atop its peak—a structure that has endured for millions of cosmic cycles—the most powerful figures from two legendary dynasties have gathered.

They are the ones who hold the fate of the universe in the palms of their hands, yet today, a visible tremor of anxiety haunts their faces. Some bow their heads in silent prayer, while others gaze into the distance with a desperate kind of hope. Because... they know. They know that the cycle of destiny, set since the dawn of time, has finally reached its endgame.

The chronicles of history tell a terrifying tale of this awakening. The first time it happened, billions of lives were sacrificed, and the map of the cosmos had to be redrawn in blood. The second time, ancient empires that had ruled for ages crumbled into dust, giving birth to a new and unprecedented power.

And now... this is the third and final time. The ultimate turning point that will decide the very future of existence.

Across the vast reaches of the universe, various races feel an instinctive shiver of dread, though they cannot name the cause. Ancient sages and those gifted with foresight stare at the sky, whispering in hushed, terrified tones, "Who will have to pay the price this time? What will be lost?"

In the heavens above, it looks as though the world itself is ending. Clouds swirl in madness, drenched in the color of blood. Even the stars have abandoned their brilliance, shivering in the dark, while the fabric of space-time groans and thunders like a pane of glass about to shatter under immense pressure. Everyone knows—this is certainly no natural phenomenon.

The air grows heavy, suffocatingly dense, as all of creation holds its breath, waiting for it...

"It wasn't a star that woke up."

"It was the sovereign creator of universal wars."

"But... it was looking for someone."