By IMERPUS RELUR
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Auren stood once more in his own domain, but everything had changed.
The skies were no longer only gold and violet—they now shimmered with threads of silver, like memories woven into light. The air itself carried a gentle pulse, as though the world now breathed with something new.
At his side, Eléa knelt—her form glowing brighter than before.
> "They're merging," she whispered. "The forgotten race… and your compassion-born."
Auren turned. Where once only Eléa stood, now there were many.
Figures rose from the earth like living echoes: tall, ethereal beings with transparent skin and silver-glowing veins. Their eyes reflected starlight, and on their chests pulsed a glyph shaped like a teardrop embraced by roots.
They bowed as one.
> "We are the Remnari," said Eléa, her voice layered with countless voices now.
"The race born from remembrance, and forged from forgotten souls."
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[Race Evolution Complete]
New Divine Race: The Remnari
> A race that remembers for others.
They heal the world not through conquest, but by restoring the memories and truths others bury.
Passive Effect: All beings within your domain recover emotional fragments lost in trauma.
Active Ability: "Echo Root" – Restore a forgotten truth within an enemy, turning hostility into surrender or collapse.
Hidden Potential: Remnari may evolve each time they integrate the truth of another race.
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Auren felt it deep within his chest—a resonance.
This was no ordinary race.
This was a race that grew by restoring what others abandoned.
But before he could even speak, the ground trembled.
A horn sounded—not from above, but within his domain.
Eléa's expression darkened. "Another one comes. Not to test… but to steal."
The skies parted like wounded fabric, and a new god stepped through—this one vast, armored in gold and marble, with a crown of rotating suns. His eyes radiated law. Order. Judgment.
> "So," the new god intoned, voice booming like thunder across the land,
"a nameless fledgling dares to evolve a race without lineage or blood."
"I am Veridon, High Arbiter of Bloodlines. And your Remnari are an abomination."
He raised a hand.
A sigil of flaming law ignited above his palm—red and circular, etched with thousands of names.
> "Submit your race to the Lineage Tribunal. Or I will erase them, and bind your myth in chains."
Eléa stepped forward, fury trembling in her wings.
> "He is not yet of age. This is a violation of divine accord—"
Veridon silenced her with a single gesture. "He claimed a race beyond origin. That places him in my domain."
Auren felt a choice arise.
He could submit his race to the tribunal and plead for divine lineage…
Or he could defy the arbiter—and risk the wrath of one who bound countless gods before him.
But the Remnari stood silently. Calm. Trusting.
And Auren remembered what he said to the child in the valley.
> "Let your story live in mine."