The morning in Silver City was warm and full of a gentle, divine light, streaming through the celestial dome that crowned the kingdom Jin Luneblood had rebuilt. The air shimmered with residual ether from the reformation of the Lunar World and the corrupted plane, now merged into a paradise that pulsed with radiant serenity. The city was alive with activity— the people flourishing under the watchful peace of Jin's rule.
Amidst the gilded courtyards and crystalline towers, Jin stood quietly on a balcony, his sharp eyes observing the vastness of his creation. The wind whispered against his dark robes, fluttering them slightly as if bowing to its creator. Behind him, Lia approached, holding Eirlys while Velka followed her. The two women shared a silent look—each strong in their own right, bound together not just by fate but by their shared love for the same man.
Jin turned and smiled faintly at the sight of them. His crimson eyes softened.
"You both look radiant today," he said, stepping toward them.
Lia tilted her head. "Jin... I had a strange dream every night. It felt too real—like fragments of another life. A world with buildings of glass and sky machines. I saw myself... someone not from here."
Jin's expression faltered for a moment. "Why didn't you tell me ?"
Velka narrowed her eyes slightly, sensing the hesitation.
Then Lillian arrived, running across the garden, breathless. "Jin, I have same quarry. I don't know you will believe it or not but why do I keep seeing ruins and a throne buried in silver ash? I—I feel like I've seen it before. But I shouldn't. I was born here, wasn't I?"
Jin paused, the weight of truth pressing on his shoulders like the gravity of a dead star. He gazed at all three of them—the women who represented different pieces of his heart, different eras of his journey.
He walked to a nearby bench, gently setting his hand atop the stone as he looked at the glowing city beneath them.
"There are truths buried under silver and shadow... some meant to be forgotten, some waiting to be remembered. Lia, Lillian—your dreams are not dreams. They're echoes."
Lia held her breath.
He turned to them slowly, his voice steady, low, and reverent.
"Lia... you were summoned to this world. Not born of it. Your soul was pulled across the veil of realities—by the very gods who thought they could manipulate my fate. You once belonged to another universe, far removed from Olympus, from divine politics, from war."
Lia staggered back a step, her eyes trembling. "So my memories... weren't hallucinations? The world... the sky towers... they were real?"
Jin nodded solemnly. "Yes. They stole you. I... let you live a peaceful lie."
Lillian stared, gripping her arm. "And me?"
Jin looked at her deeply. "You are more than my sister. You are Aurevian—the last heir of Monarch, born of Aurelia herself. Your rebirth was not coincidence."
Lillian's lips parted, but no sound came out. Her entire world shifted in an instant, memory fragments flooding in—an ocean of silvery ruins, a crown shattered by betrayal, a melody sung by dying stars.
Lia stepped forward, voice shaky. "Why didn't you tell us before?"
Jin looked away. "Because I wanted to preserve the illusion. Because I was afraid of what it would break. Because truth, when unbound, does not heal—it burns. But I can't protect you from it anymore. We are past the age of gentle lies."
There was silence. Even the wind stilled.
Lillian turned away, biting her lip. Lia looked down at her child, then up at Jin again. She stepped closer and placed a hand on his chest.
"Thank you... for telling us now. Even if it hurts."
Jin closed his eyes. "I don't care what about previous life or choosen one and fate. I will always love you and protect you as my light."
Now he looked at the sky. "I think dad will handle mom."
Far beyond the glistening expanse of Silver City, in a realm where the stars themselves bowed to despair, Lucias descended a staircase of black stone. Each step echoed like a funeral bell through the hollow chambers of the Abyss Citadel.
He entered a shadow-lit chamber where a massive throne of obsidian and bone rose above a pool of churning blood. There sat Zhel-vorah—calm, timeless, his long red hair flowing like silk under the eldritch glow. His smile was faint, but sharp.
"My son," Zhel-vorah said. "How goes your recovery?"
Lucias stood proud. "The Dream Realm has been restored by my master."
Zhel-vorah's smile widened just slightly. "Only a few steps remain. Soon, the sky will break anew."
"Now you may go."
Lucias didn't respond immediately. He just nodded and left the place. His gaze darkened, distant memories clawing their way from the abyss.
There was a time when the halls of Aurelia and Zhel-vorah rang with laughter and warmth. Lucias, the eldest, had guided his younger siblings—Zenex, noble and strong, and Aurevian, quiet and curious. They had lived as a family, before ambition consumed their father.
He remembered the moment his mother—Aurelia, the princess of Overlord—learned the truth of Zhel-vorah's evil ambition. The night she fled with her children. Zenex, with his white hair and red eyes, had held her hand protectively. Aurevian, small and sleepy, nestled in her arms.
Lucias had turned to face the army alone.
"Go," he had told her. "I'll delay them."
His mother had refused, "No I can't left you alone."
"Mom please. I am not child anymore. I am eldest son so it's my duty to protect my siblings and my mother."
Without any choice he had forced her to flee. Before she left she hugged his son and cried. Lucias couldn't hold his tears. He also cried.
Later, he was captured and tortured by his father—but not for long. He broke free, crawling through blood and stardust, searching for his family.
Then he saw it. A burning pyre in the skies of the Lunar World. Screams. Overlords chanting. And in the center... his mother burning alive, sacrificed by those she once trusted.
That night, something inside him cracked.
Now, back in the present, he stood before his mother's photoframe..
"I thought you will help me to take revenge but brother you denied and sealed me," Lucias whispered. "You destroyed everything for a dream soaked in corpses. I will not forgive you. I will tear apart the whole cosmos for my mom and If I have to go against my father, so I will do."
There was no forgiveness left. Only purpose, revenge.
And war was coming.
Back in Silver City, the sky above began to shimmer with signs of that very storm.
Jin Luneblood looked into the horizon and whispered, "It's almost time."