The silence in the grand hallway of Astravelle was heavy, yet laced with a strange anticipation. The four — Ariv, Rohit, Neel, and Vaishnavi — stood beside Rudraen, having just met the Seven Veil Protagonists. The weight of that encounter still lingered in their chests.
Now, they found themselves seated in one of the royal audience chambers. Queen Lyra sat at the far end, her presence calm but commanding, her starlit eyes gleaming beneath the silver veil that crowned her brow.
Rudraen stepped forward, clearing his throat.
> Rudraen: "Now that your basic forms have been mastered and the veil-bearers have acknowledged your path… there's something else you must know."
The air grew still.
> Rudraen: "Once every century, Atherion becomes the center of all realms. A summit of sorts... where the three Prime Gods themselves are summoned to this plane."
The four glanced at each other, tension sharp across their brows.
> Neel: "The actual gods?"
> Vaishnavi: "You mean… they walk this land like us?"
Rudraen gave a solemn nod.
> Rudraen: "They descend for only a single day — a divine convergence. The balance of this world, and of many others, rests on the presence of these three. They are not merely worshipped… they watch."
He turned to the large golden wall behind him, inscribed with ancient symbols. With a wave of his palm, a magical diagram shimmered to life, revealing three divine sigils interwoven in a triangle.
> Rudraen:
"Kaivara — the God of Creation, Light, and Existence.
Noxian — the God of Time, Fate, and Death.
Eryon — the God of Reality, Void, and Perception."
Their names echoed in the chamber.
> Ariv: "So all of them will come… here?"
> Rohit: "But why? To observe us?"
> Rudraen: "Perhaps. Or perhaps... to judge."
The Queen spoke at last, her voice melodic but edged with something deeper.
> Queen Lyra: "This generation has disrupted the rhythm of the Veils. A new bearer of Galaxy Zenith walks among us. The gods do not ignore such shifts. You four… will be present when they arrive."
A heavy pause.
> Vaishnavi: "But I'm not a veil bearer…"
> Lyra: "No, but you hold your own weight in this world, Vaishnavi. You are the future head of the Soul Transferring Unit. That responsibility binds you to them, more than you realize."
Suddenly — the atmosphere twisted.
The light dimmed unnaturally, and a ripple of unseen energy flowed through the room. No one else felt it but Ariv.
His pupils dilated.
The world turned still.
And then—
A cold voice whispered directly into his mind.
> Eryon: "So… you've found your footing, child of Zenith. But remember — evolution is a trick of flesh and will. You are still human... a fragile ant trying to lift the stars."
Ariv gasped, eyes wide, the voice echoing long after it faded.
> Eryon: "I am coming to you."