The battlefield of Krysalon Prime lay drenched in cosmic silence. The azure fleets shattered, the Sovereign Emperor broken beneath Igaris's Infinite Tree. Yet the presence of the monk still lingered, quiet and unshakable. His palms pressed together, his bald head reflecting starlight, his robes flowing with tranquil simplicity.
The monk's calm voice carried across the void.
"Amitabha. If the path you walk is fire, then it will burn not only others, but yourself. Turn back, child, before karma consumes you."
Igaris's golden eyes narrowed, steady and unyielding.
"You mistake me, old one. Fire does not consume me. I am the one who consumes fire. I am not bound by your karma, nor by your heavens. Your prayers will not halt me."
The monk sighed, pity flickering in his ancient gaze.
"Then I must weigh your arrogance against eternity."
