Years passed, and Ivo Katar transformed from a disgruntled student into a living legend.
He became the undisputed strongest in the realm of magic, so much so that his name was no longer simply associated with the title of "magician," but was known in all records as:
The Forbidden Warrior.
It was said that the portion of his immense power that he possessed had vanished completely from his body, not due to weakness, but due to defiance.
It was as if Ivo had ripped that part of his essence out of his own will, to cleanse himself—as he saw it—of the blood of his enemies.
There was no longer any balance within him, no conflict.
Forbidden magic was the only law.
In contrast, Argon Eriker remained true to his path.
He preserved the magic sealed within him, never fully unleashing it, nor allowing it to consume his essence.
He became a symbol of difficult stability, of power that is held captive but not released.
But within the wizarding world,
the scene was different.
Cheers for Ivo rose.
The factions gathered around him.
They saw in him:
"Who will reclaim our rights from the Greatest Element?"
They no longer saw him merely as a warrior,
but as a banner,
and the voice of an ancient rage
for which no one had been held accountable.
As for Ian Cotto,
he watched from afar,
without intervening.
Because he knew:
The spark had been ignited,
and the fire no longer needed a hand.
And at a pivotal moment,
a report reached the Council of the Irker:
"Ivo Katar has united the wizarding worlds…
and is marching toward the common frontier."
Argon gazed at the sky for a long time,
and felt something he hadn't felt since his father's death.
Not fear…
but the weight of a decision.
Because the coming confrontation
would not only be a battle of powers,
but a battle of beliefs.
A fighter who chose pure hatred, facing a commander who chose painful balance.
And the galaxy… held its breath.
Returning to the Great Power,
Argon Eriker assumed its leadership unchallenged,
not by inheritance…
but because he was the strongest in the galaxy.
When news reached him of
Ivo Kattar and his monstrous reach across the universes,
he understood the truth immediately:
This is no ordinary war.
Argon began preparing himself and his soldiers,
day and night.
Never-stop training,
defense plans,
and calculated alliances.
He wasn't just preparing for victory… but to minimize losses,
because the coming confrontation
would devour everything in its path.
Months passed,
and heavy days,
but amidst this pressure,
Argon experienced
the happiest moments of his life.
He became a father.
His first child was born,
and he named him Lloyd.
He taught him the meaning of true fear…
not the fear of death,
but the fear of a world
that might not be kind to him.
He would return from the training grounds,
removing his armor,
carrying Lloyd in his arms,
as if time stood still.
But Taya,
knew this peace
wouldn't last.
One night she told him:
"Enjoy these days… because the coming war
will test everything."
And she was right.
Meanwhile,
Ivo was
gathering his strength,
and tightening his grip on the wizarding universes.
And everyone knew:
When one of them took the first step,
the galaxy would ignite once more.
But Argon swore to himself:
"I will not bequeath to my son
a world ruled by hatred."
And here…
the war was no longer just a battle of galaxies,
but a battle for the future.
Ivo's armies began to enter the realm of the Great Power, and the civilians rose up to resist them with whatever they had, defending their land and their lives.
Argon sent elite units to protect and support them, but Ivo did not back down. Instead, he sent several more waves of his soldiers into the battle.
At that moment, the flames of anger ignited in Argon's heart, and he could no longer stand idly by.
He descended into the battle himself, leaving his mother, wife, and son in the kingdom under the utmost protection.
And he knew deep down that this time, his entry into the battle would be unlike any previous battle…