Sarive's Hidden Past Awakens
Sarive darted through the chaos, fighting off Veilbreaker soldiers with fluid strength and blinding speed. His black-and-white suit shimmered beneath the flickering fires, the panther emblem glowing faintly with gold.
Suddenly, a strange sensation gripped him. His glowing blue eyes dimmed as a flood of memories—foreign yet deeply familiar—erupted in his mind.
He stumbled behind a fallen pillar, clutching his head.
Fragments of a sterile laboratory flashed before him: bright white walls, humming machines, and shadowy figures in white coats manipulating strands of light and energy.
He saw a younger version of himself, suspended in a glowing cradle, surrounded by golden threads—the same energy that coursed through the Prism.
A voice echoed in his mind:
"You were chosen long before birth, crafted from the remnants of the Prism's power. You are more than human. You are a guardian forged by cosmic will."
Sarive's breath hitched.
"Why… didn't I remember this?"
Mirae appeared beside him, her silver robes swirling like starlight.
"The memories were sealed to protect you—and the Prism. But now, with the Fracture beginning, your true origins surface."
Sarive's jaw clenched. "If I'm connected to the Prism... what else don't I know?"
Mirae's gaze softened. "The answers lie deeper than you imagine."
Diana's Clash with Theonix
Far from the front lines, in the sanctum's dim chamber, Diana faced Theonix.
Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders as her glowing blue eyes bore into his.
"You hid the truth about Hope's destiny," she accused. "Why?"
Theonix's face was shadowed with regret.
"Because some truths could doom her. The gods' fear of Oravon's power is unmatched. I sought to shield her—not just from them, but from herself."
Diana's voice cracked with pain. "Protection is not control. You turned her into a prize, a weapon."
Theonix's hands clenched at his sides. "Sometimes, sacrifice is necessary for the greater good."
She shook her head. "I fight for freedom. Not chains disguised as safety."
A heavy silence fell.
"The line between protector and jailer is thin," Theonix said quietly. "And soon, you will see why."
Hope's First True Awakening
Back on the battlefield, Hope huddled behind a crumbling wall, the Prism glowing softly in her palm. The voices inside whispered louder, more urgent.
Suddenly, the Veilbreakers surged forward.
A Veilbreaker warrior charged at her with deadly precision.
Fear surged, but so did something else—a brilliant light flared from Hope's hands, bursting outward in a radiant wave that threw her attacker back like a stone in a river.
Gasps erupted around her.
Sarive sprinted to her side, awe in his eyes.
"You did that?"
Hope's small hands trembled. "I—I think I can control it. But it's… scary."
Sarive smiled reassuringly. "You're stronger than any of us imagined. And we're here for you."
Her gaze hardened. "Then let's end this."
Kaelen Vrax and the Veilbreakers' Ultimatum
Above the chaos, Kaelen Vrax raised his Void Blade, black as the void between stars, pulsing with a terrible hunger.
"The Prism will shatter reality," he declared, voice booming across the battlefield. "From the shards, new gods will be born—gods of my making."
His warriors cheered, filling the air with chilling cries.
Sarive tightened his fists, feeling the familiar rush of Infinity power stir within, threatening to overwhelm him once again.
The Fracture Opens
The ground beneath the Refuge cracked wide, glowing veins of light and darkness intertwining.
Portals tore open, spilling twisted fragments of broken worlds.
Time itself warped—past, present, and future folding in on one another.
Sarive stepped forward, his eyes blazing.
"Not today," he growled, launching himself at Kaelen.
His fists collided with the Void Blade, and the world trembled.
The Price of Infinity
As Sarive fought, the cost of Infinity became painfully clear.
His vision blurred; memories fractured like glass shards, slipping through his grasp.
Each strike with the power drained pieces of his very soul.
Diana fought fiercely beside him, her own strength bolstering his will.
"Hold on, Sarive!" she shouted. "We'll find another way."
But Sarive shook his head.
"I don't know if I can."
A Glimmer of Hope
In the midst of the chaos, Hope closed her eyes, focusing on the Prism.
The voice within spoke once more—gentle, almost loving.
"You are more than a weapon. You are a beacon."
Hope's eyes snapped open, glowing brighter than ever.
The shattered realities around her began to mend, the fractures knitting together with threads of light.
The battle was far from over—but for a moment, hope burned brighter than despair.