Far, far away, in a place filled with stars, the threads of fate intertwined, weaving the future of all existence.
And there was a single soul, wrapped in countless threads.
Over time, more and more threads attached themselves to it.
Finally, the myriad stars flared like fire, and chaos erupted, shattering the countless threads.
And the soul, as if freed, began to fade. Time passed, and the soul grew dim, as if awaiting its end.
But at the very last moment, the being ignited—burned brightly, as if in repentance.
Years passed.
Hearing her silent pleas, the golden threads of fate rushed toward the poor soul, and a bright light flared in the endless darkness, heralding the beginning of something new.
In the Kingdom of Dreams, in a high tower, a close-knit group of friends gathered. They chatted and laughed in a warm, relaxed atmosphere until a familiar voice rang out.
"Come on, Princess! How much longer must we wait? I'm starving!" Effie groaned.
"I'll bring it, Effie, just wait a minute!" Nephys called from the kitchen, appearing a moment later and setting the dishes on the table.
A pleasant aroma filled the room, and everyone eagerly began to eat. It was no secret that Nephys was an excellent cook—in their company, cooking was always her responsibility.
In this pleasant atmosphere, time flew by, and soon night fell.
"Well, it's time to go. Come on, Effie, get up," said the handsome young man, trying to pull her away from the table.
But a torrent of complaints descended on him.
"Nooo, let's stay a little longer! I'm so tired of the government... and these old people!"
"No, Effie, we've been here long enough, work..." Jet froze mid-sentence.
Sensing something, everyone jumped to their feet, memories surfaced. Focusing, they looked around, trying to understand the cause of their uneasiness.
The next moment, everything around them turned golden.
Before anyone could react, light enveloped everyone.
A moment later, the room was empty—only the lingering aroma of food remained.
In the water kingdom, a king, crowned with a silver crown, sat on a majestic throne.
Before he could even move, his entire throne was illuminated by a pale light.
The next moment, the great hall was empty.
In a magnificent castle surrounded by high walls, known as the Bastion, dozens of people gathered, engrossed in conversation.
The same golden light swept through the halls, enveloping them.
In a palace trapped in endless winter, several princesses stood together.
The light reached them too.
In a distant kingdom, a mysterious wizard and a priestess spent their time arguing—as always, about everything—until the light consumed them both.
On a small island, surrounded by a vast sea stretching for miles, a lonely woman sat quietly.
Seeing a light approaching in the distance, she squinted, trying to discern what it was, but couldn't.
The next moment, the light enveloped her too.
The lone girl walked through the snow, lost in her thoughts.
She slipped and fell face-first into the snow with a dull thud.
Raising her head, she froze in amazement—a small ball of light floated before her, beckoning her closer. The snowy field fell silent again.
Only the whisper of the wind could be heard.
After some time, in an unknown place resembling a theater, countless lights emerged from the ground, and people began to appear one after another. Before anyone could react, several phrases flickered across the white screen.
[Welcome. You have been invited to witness a story — a story of fate.]
[Learn the story of a forgotten friend, brother, and lover.]
Words flashed on the screen, and everyone present began to look around,
trying to comprehend what had just happened.
To kidnap saints without their knowledge, some entity must be very powerful.
At least sacred, if not higher.
Some tried to summon memories and use the aspect, but it was all to no avail.
Their aspect essence was all sealed away.
Even the sea of souls was inaccessible.
Nefys glanced at her group, and a sense of confusion was evident on their faces.
And as if reading her silent question, everyone began shaking their heads.
"Yes, we also can't use the aspect or recall memories."
And realizing the problem, she turned her gaze to the blind seer. But understanding Nefys's thoughts, Cassia shook her head.
"No, it seems I can see, but it's a little strange...
It's as if I've forgotten not to be blind—as if I've been given invisible eyes."
Nefis's shoulders slumped as a slow sigh escaped her lips.
When everyone came to their senses, Nefis and her group looked around, realizing they weren't alone.
There were several other groups of people.
A broad-shouldered man with an aura of authority stepped into the center, slowly surveying everyone present. He began:
"Greetings to all of you. My name is Daeron, the Twilight King and leader of the Twilight People, the children of the Storm God."
Everyone listened, focused on their situation.
"It seems some entity has brought us here for some purpose, and we find ourselves in a situation where we need to act together—first, it would be good for everyone present to introduce themselves."
"Phahahahah, truly the funniest thing I've ever heard."