Far from the glowing marketplace where Fengxiao walked among his people, two figures traveled through the ancient forest—trees tall as towers, leaves whispering secrets of old.
One was Sitnyang, the white-haired warrior with strength unmatched and a mind as simple as clear water. He carried his sword across his back, humming a tune that made no sense but somehow fit perfectly with him.
Beside him walked Alix — calm, sharp-minded, powerful in her own quiet way. Loyal, kind, and always observant. She noticed things Sitnyang never could.
"Sitnyang," she said softly, "do you feel it?"
He blinked. "Feel what? The wind? Or the hunger?"
"No… this."
She placed a hand over her heart. "A presence. Something… divine."
Sitnyang paused. For the first time that day, he went silent.
Even he could sense it — a warmth in the air, a pull from the sky itself. As though the world wanted them to keep walking forward.
Alix's eyes brightened.
"I think we're being guided."
The Path of Light
Suddenly, the forest shifted.
A path of faint golden light appeared beneath their feet.
Sitnyang gasped loudly, "A-ah! The ground is glowing!"
He poked it with his sword tip.
"It's safe," Alix said, smiling. "Someone wants us to follow."
Though he didn't fully understand, Sitnyang trusted Alix — and so he walked beside her, step after step, deeper into the radiance.
The trees bent slightly as if bowing. Animals peered from the shadows, unafraid. The farther they walked, the warmer the air grew. It felt like walking toward a rising sun.
The Meeting Approaches
At the end of the glowing path stood a silent hill. On top of it, a single figure waited.
Robes like flowing starlight.
Eyes deeper than any ocean.
Power wrapped around him like a storm held calmly in his hands.
Sitnyang whispered,
"…Alix… is that—?"
"Yes."
Her voice trembled with awe.
"It is Fengxiao.
The Creator."
And as they walked closer, Fengxiao slowly turned toward them — his gaze gentle, powerful, and knowing.
The meeting of destiny had begun.