The grand doors of the royal hall parted with a deep, echoing creak, revealing the luminous heart of Trivara—the Throne Room. The walls shimmered with stardust, and energy veils flowed in slow spirals across the ceiling, mimicking the cosmos. At the far end of the hall stood a throne carved from celestial crystal, pulsing with ethereal light.
Ariv and Rohit stepped forward, their footsteps light but deliberate. Both had emerged from days of intense training, their forms leaner, their eyes sharper. Their aura pulsed faintly, humming with the power of their 4th Forms. Behind them, Rudraen followed, his presence steady and watchful.
As they approached the throne, a commanding voice cut through the silence.
"Step forward," it said.
There she sat—regal, radiant, timeless. Her robes were stitched with the light of nebulae, and her gaze carried the weight of stars. Her presence wasn't loud, but it silenced everything else. This was no ordinary monarch.
Rudraen stopped beside the two boys and lowered his head.
"Your Majesty... I present to you Ariv Senra and Rohit, veil bearers of Astra and Terra. They have successfully unlocked their 4th Forms."
The Queen studied them for a long moment. Her eyes, a deep, shifting silver, locked with Ariv's.
"You stand before Queen Lyra Kaizen," Rudraen declared.
Ariv's breath hitched. Kaizen? The name struck something within him—a fleeting sensation, a strange familiarity that made his pulse quicken.
Queen Lyra stood slowly, her robes flowing like water. "You have come far. The Fourth Form is no trivial milestone. To reach it so quickly speaks to your resolve... and your potential."
Rohit bowed respectfully, but Ariv's eyes remained on her, uncertain.
"Your aura," Lyra said to him, her voice softer now, "is unlike the others. Be careful, Ariv Senra. Power is not always a gift. Sometimes, it's a test."
Rudraen stepped forward. "They are prepared for the next phase. Their growth will continue beyond this palace."
Queen Lyra nodded. "So be it. Let them walk their paths. But remember, boys