Inavy stood by the great balcony of the royal palace, staring into the misty horizon of Nionderland. The sun was rising slowly, casting golden rays through the blue trees below. But inside, he felt the weight of night still clinging to him.
His grandmother's words from the day before echoed in his mind—about Julius, about sacrifice, about a legacy not made of power, but of heart and brilliance.
"I'll do it," he whispered to himself, clenching his fists. "I swear to you… Grandma, Dad… I'll stop Tyrus. No matter what it takes."
The next morning, the palace bells tolled solemnly. The Elders and High Priests of Nionderland, dressed in white robes embroidered with ancient golden runes, gathered in the Temple of Origin. One of them stepped forward:
Elder Varnes: "The time has come. Inavy Stormbreak, descendant of Nion... you shall undergo the Rite of Inheritance."
Inavy followed them through the glowing marble halls until they reached a circular chamber filled with ancient symbols. The walls pulsed faintly with primal energy. As the ritual began, a blinding light enveloped him, and suddenly—
Silence.
A void.
Then… a voice.
Nion: "So… you finally came, little Storm."
Inavy turned to find himself standing in an ethereal space, stars swirling above him like an ocean. Across the void, stood Nion—tall, graceful, with white hair and crimson eyes. The God of Chaos.
Inavy: "I've waited for this. I'm ready."
Nion (grinning): "We'll see."
With a wave of Nion's hand, illusions erupted around Inavy—visions of destruction, false friends, betrayals, fears, and his own death. Each image tore at his soul.
But Inavy stood tall, eyes focused, breathing steady.
"I know what's real… and what's just fear," he whispered.
He slashed through the illusions with his will, each step breaking the chains around his potential.
Nion watched in silence. Then, he smiled. Not with superiority—but pride.
Nion: "You surprised even a god... You're ready. But remember—Chaos is balance. Lose that, and it consumes you. Keep your heart steady, boy…"
He stepped forward, pressing his hand to Inavy's chest.
Nion: "From now on… you and I are one."
A surge of energy exploded from the fusion. Inavy's body glowed—his curly hair straightened, gaining white streaks. His eyes turned pure crimson, swirling with energy. His aura… changed. It was no longer just strong—it was ancient. Uncontainable.
He woke up.
Outside the temple, Diana, Rose, and Darius waited nervously. Then the great doors opened.
There he stood.
Inavy. But… different.
His stance was regal. His hair, now smooth with bright white reflections. His eyes glowed like molten rubies. And the Aura surrounding him sent chills through the air—like the very world trembled around him.
Diana (shocked): "W-Wait… Is that… Inavy?"
Darius (jaw dropped): "Holy shit… Bro, you look badass!"
Rose (whispering, mesmerized): "Inavy… is that really you?"
Inavy smiled softly and stretched his arms, cracking his neck.
Inavy: "Man… I've never felt this light."
The crowd of Nionderland had already gathered around the temple. As they saw him step out, there was silence.
Then—every single one of them dropped to their knees.
For they weren't just seeing a hero.
They were seeing Nion—the founder, the god, reborn in human form.
All kneeled, except for his friends, who stood beside him in awe and confusion.
Inavy looked down, heart thundering with responsibility, and a voice echoed in his mind.
Nion (within): "Now the real path begins… partner."
And with that, the sun of a new era rose over Nionderland