The world was ending.
And in the heart of that dying world,
a single star tried to fight the darkness.
Arin Veyla stood atop the ruins.
Her Light Sigil shattered.
Her armor cracked.
Her bones breaking under the weight of her own magic.
She had no time left.
No strength left.
No future left.
And so she chose the only path left to her:
Sacrifice.
The forbidden Sigil pulsed deep inside her chest —
the last weapon she had kept hidden even from herself.
Final Radiance.
A spell not meant to protect.
Not meant to heal.
A spell meant to burn everything —
even the one who cast it.
"If I must die to stop him…
If my light must bleed out…
Then let it bleed bright enough to break the abyss."
Across the battlefield,
Asura began the Abyssal Genesis Ritual.
Dark spires of pure void erupted from the ground,
piercing the broken heavens.
Reality itself bent and screamed around him.
The old world cracked.
The new world waited.
The System flickered:
[Abyssal Genesis Initiated.]
[World Collapse: 92% Complete.]
[Final Stage: Restructure Reality.]
Asura stood at the center of it all.
Silent.
Certain.
Unstoppable.
Until a burning star screamed toward him.
Arin unleashed the Final Radiance.
Her body ignited —
a blinding explosion of white and gold.
Wings of living light erupted from her back —
fractured, bleeding, but beautiful.
She became a comet crashing through the abyss.
A prayer given form.
A defiance screaming against silence.
The survivors below fell to their knees.
Not in worship.
Not in fear.
In awe.
Because even in death,
even in ruin,
she refused to fall quietly.
Asura turned toward her.
For the first time…
He paused.
Not from fear.
Not from weakness.
From recognition.
The final light he had thought extinguished…
still burned.
Arin struck.
The impact shattered mountains.
Split rivers.
Tore the sky apart.
The battlefield disappeared into endless light.
Inside the storm,
Asura stood firm —
but the cracks began to show.
His black markings hissed and seared.
His wings of abyss trembled.
His Worldbreaker Aura flickered for the first time.
And inside his mind,
he heard a whisper:
"Was there another way?
Was there ever another path?"
He crushed the thought.
He crushed the doubt.
He was Asura.
He was the Abyss.
He was the end.
The light began to fade.
Slowly.
Inevitably.
Arin collapsed to her knees,
blood pouring from her mouth,
her wings burning away into ash.
Her body was broken.
Her soul nearly spent.
But she lifted her head,
and through blurred vision,
she saw him standing.
Still standing.
Tears mixed with blood on her cheeks.
"Then this is how it ends…"
A king crowned in silence.
A girl crowned in ruin.
And a world bleeding stars.