The night wind swept through the ancient forest.
A faint metallic chime echoed from the north — like a forgotten voice from ages past.
Eiren, a young man cloaked in silver, stepped out from the shadows.
His eyes gleamed gray, like the ashes of fallen stars.
In his hand, he held the "Lunar Compass," an artifact lost for a hundred years.
"This light… it's led us to the right place," he murmured,
his gaze falling upon the three women standing amid the trees.
"Who are you?" asked Lyra, her voice wary yet curious.
Eiren lifted his head and smiled faintly.
"I am the one who was called back… to finish what you have only begun."
A thunderclap tore through the sky —
and the earth itself seemed to echo his words.
Dark shadows rippled beneath the moonlight,
and in Eiren's eyes, a strange silver glow began to awaken.