Silence settled upon the moon's surface.
Not the silence of peace, but the kind that follows devastation—the hush of a world holding its breath after the final bell tolls. The heavens, once home to dreams and ambitions, now bore witness to the ruin of civilization. The stars flickered dimly, mourning what had been lost. Dust floated gently above the cracked lunar surface of the moon, illuminated by the eerie glow of an impending end.
There, under a sky stripped of its former wonder, stood two figures, stark against the pale horizon. Both bore hair as white as starlight—an unnatural sheen, a symbol of the power each carried. One stood tall, proud, and godlike, her long silver hair cascading behind her like a waterfall of galaxies, the ends dissolving into a shimmering void of stars and nebulas. The other, wounded and weary, knelt in the cratered soil, breathing heavily as crimson stained the ground beneath him.
Kevin Kaslana.
One of the last flame chasers of humanity. The final hope of a broken world.
Across from him stood Freya Schariac, no longer an observer, no longer simply a Herrscher—but the Aeon of Finality, the second daughter of 'God', the executioner of civilisation. Her presence alone bent space, the mere beat of her heart rippling across the imaginary space.
Freya looked down at the kneeling warrior, her expression unreadable. Her cosmic eyes reflected distant galaxies, yet within them stirred something deeper—regret, pain, inevitability.
She spoke at last, voice soft, yet commanding, as if the moon itself strained to hear.
"This is the end, Kevin. There is no one left. No flame remains but the one I will extinguish. The time for this era of civilization has come... to fall into the abyss.
Humanity has failed this trial, Kaslana. And with you, and the ones who stood beside you—those stubborn moths chasing a dying flame.
Any last words?"
Kevin looked up. His body trembled, but not from fear. His chest rose and fell, each breath a labour of defiance. His eyes, though dulled by fatigue, still burned with the raw intensity of humanity—a fire undimmed even in the shadow of extinction.
"I... no—we—may have lost," he said, voice gravelly with pain and resolve. "We knew the risk. We paid dearly. But humanity... we've always passed on the flame. Even if only one of us remains, the torch endures.
We are moths, yes. And like moths, we'll chase the light until the very end."
He forced himself to stand, gritting his teeth as his bloodied body protested. With effort, he reached behind him and grasped the handle of two guns—its cores a deep amber, flickering as though it carried the dying embers of all who had come before.
The seventh divine key... the Key of destruction.
It pulsed with warmth, it held the hopes of humanity the burning desires of humanity. And as Kevin raised it, the lunar surface blazed anew with light, defying the darkness that loomed like a star it bloomed into a roaring inferno.
"So I ask you this final time... Friend or foe.
For the sake of are companionship—the one who once fought alongside us, bled with us, stayed with us—
Do you still remember?"
The silence returned. A heavy, aching silence.
Freya closed her eyes, and silence once more fell, her lips let out a tired sigh. her eyes closed and When she opened them again, they shone brighter, harder—less emotions and less humanity. A quiet chuckle escaped her. Not cruel, but mournful.
"You know what my answer is, Kaslana. That me… she never existed.
This era failed. And as its judge—no, as its executioner—I must see it cleansed."
Behind her, thirteen radiant cores appeared, orbiting her like stars there radiance grew along with the pressure. Each core shined with the essence of a long dead Herrscher, resonating in a almost haunting harmony. Then, in a blinding burst, the cores surrounded her—condensing into fourteen colossal wings of cosmic energy.
Kevin gasped sharply. He tightened his grip.
Freya raised her hand. The wings dissolved into streams of power, spiralling toward her palm. The world seemed to tilt. Light bent. Space warped time came to a stand still. The energy coalesced into a single, weapon.
A spear.
Forged from the remains of thirteen Herrschers and now imbued with Finality.
"Rhongomyniad"—the Spear of Finality. A pillar that reached into the void, ending all paths.
The surroundings became suffocating. Time itself hesitated.
"This is the final answer," she declared. "The last answer to a world that refused to change. Let this clash become the birth of an era—and the stepping onto the next" She raised the spear of the end high above her head like a staff.
"Rhongomyniad! Set the stars ablaze! Finality descends upon all!"
Kevin's heart thundered a lengthy gasp escaped his lips.
"Then come!" he roared, flames erupting from beneath his feet. "Judgment Of Shamash—Zeroth Power: Unleash!"
Amber light burst from his weapon sheaving into a massive blazing cleaver that lit up like the sun, matching the radiance of Freya's Rhongomyniad. The moon trembled and quaked beneath there very feet.
And then, they clashed.
A supernova tore through the surface of the moon, vaporizing everything in sight, shattering the lunar surface, igniting the heavens in a violent dance of light and ruin. For a moment, the universe stood still, caught between the fury of two beings and the hope of mortals.
Then, slowly... the light faded. The brilliance dimmed.
And silence returned once more.
the moon now fractured and shattered across the sky.
And there the victor stood her gaze somewhat lifeless "when we meet again thousands of years will have passed I do hope you impress me... Kaslana when the next trial of humanity begins" she let out another sigh before turning around and walking of leaving behind a panting Kevin now exhausted and keeling. Her steps echoed as she left the spear that was now embedded into the lunar surface began to crumble along side the Herrscher cores within it except for one its pink glow gently shined upon the grey ruined surface of the moon.
"Elysia..."
This is not just a story of the end.
This is the tale of a Judge the tale of a fallen star, a daughter of 'God' who bore the burden of judgment not with malice, but with now sprouting emotions.
I am Freya Terminus Schariac.
The Herrscher of Finality.
The one who watched civilizations rise and crumble under their own hubris.
The one who extinguished the flame of the moth.
But this is not the end of my story, Captains.
This is the beginning of a new era.
An age where truths will twist, fates will alter, and story's will be reborn.
One that is familiar... yet irrevocably different.
So I ask you... are you ready to see this new story begin?
If so, then you better keep an eye out.
Step forward.
And remember...
Finality is inevitable.
It is the burden I carry.
And the promise I made for all of us.