Darkness, cold and infinite, embraced Jin.
He floated aimlessly—no thoughts, no pain—just an eternal silence wrapping his soul like a mourning veil. But suddenly, a soft golden light shimmered in the distance, cutting through the shadows like dawn slicing through night. It approached gently, as if not to startle him.
From that light bloomed a garden—blooming lilacs, cherry blossoms, the scent of dew, and wind chimes dancing in the air. The sun hung in a lavender sky, casting warm shadows. Jin stood there, barefoot on the softest grass, dazed.
A familiar hand extended toward him.
Zenex.
"You've wandered long enough, brother. It's time to stand."
Jin reached out. As their hands touched, his hair bled from red into deep black, and his deadened eyes shimmered blue again—vivid, alive. A white shirt cloaked his body, paired with black gens. He blinked. "Zenex...?"
Zenex smiled gently. "You deserve to rest. Just for a while."
Voices.
He turned.
"Jin!"
Eva. His mother. Han Jin-Hyuk. Lillian. Chris. Arden. Kaelros. Lysander. Rin. Athena. Velka. Lia.
Real. Pure. Alive. He looked at Zenex and Zenex nodded, confirming it was no illusion.
He ran, not like a warrior, not like a god—but as a boy desperate to feel warmth again. He embraced each of them—his mother's tears, his father's proud eyes. He clutched Arden's shoulder, and even grinned with Rin. And Lia and Velka also hugged him and cried then...
He stopped.
Athena.
She stood quietly, surprised. He hesitated, then embraced her gently. "Thank you," he whispered, "for protecting them… and being my flower of truth."
Athena's eyes glistened.
They sat in the garden, laughter blooming like spring itself.
Velka leaned against his shoulder. Lia brought him tea. Athena hummed softly.
Then suddenly—Velka clutched her head.
"Ah—my head...!"
Lia trembled and fell to her knees, eyes wide with pain.
Everyone froze.
"What's happening?!" Athena shouted.
"No…" Jin stood up. "No… not now!"
Their bodies shimmered, white threads wrapping around them, spinning—a dance of unison.
From light and soul and memory, a form rose.
She stood tall, graceful—long flowing purple hair that shimmered under the dreamlight. Her eyes were rose-gold, warm and ancient. A gown of violet and ivory flowed like clouds, trimmed with gold, her presence both regal and divine.
Jin whispered. "Eleanor..."
The others stared in awe.
Kaelros choked on breath. "She's… beautiful."
Lysander whispered, "She's the one you never forgot."
Eva clutched her mouth. "She's the one from your memories…"
Eleanor stepped forward. "I fragmented myself. Velka, Lia… each carried a part of me. I had to guide you, Jin. I couldn't let the world take you. I couldn't let him win. I know it's too fast but I wanted to show you truth. When you broke the Dias Grimmore, my memory returned and now I am here."
Jin approached slowly, his eyes not shocked—but warm.
She asked softly, almost breaking, "Would you still love me… now that you know I was never one, but three? One show you the light in darkness, One show you the peace. That I was hidden, splintered, and scattered across your path?"
He closed the space between them. "Do you remember… what the old man said?"
Her eyes widened.
"He said: 'If her soul split in two or three… would you still love her?' And my answer never changed. It never could change."
He took her hands gently.
"Love isn't about one form, one name, or one life. It's about the echo. The echo that stayed with me when I was broken. The pieces of you that chose to protect me even when I was lost. And if I had to live a thousand lives to gather all your fragments again—I would."
Tears rolled down her face. "You still speak like a poet…"
"No," he smiled faintly. "I speak like someone who died loving you… and lived to love you again."
She kissed him.
And then, a sharp pain.
Jin clutched his chest. His vision blurred. He looked up. He remembered something. Everyone shocked and approached Jin. He looked at Zenex as if he realized something.
Memories—burning, screaming, dying.
"They… they're dead," he whispered.
The garden trembled. The light began to fade.
He turned to Zenex in horror. "This… this isn't real, is it?"
Zenex looked down, eyes solemn. "No, Jin. This is the Dream Realm. I… I only wanted to give you peace."
"What…?"
"Their souls have already chosen a Supreme Truth. But this realm… it does not belong to any Truth. I created it—so you could see them one last time, beyond fate."
Jin fell to his knees. "Then… they're really gone?"
Zenex nodded. "You have two choices. Stay here… and be with them. Or return—leave this dream, and stop Nyreth… but lose this place forever. If you leave, it will vanish. Their souls will move on."
Jin's scream echoed through the sky.
He trembled. "I can't lose them again… but I can't abandon the world."
Pain tore through him.
Suddenly, Eleanor stepped forward.
She gently kissed his forehead. "You are more than a man, Jin. You are hope. You are what remains of light. Go. I'll wait at the end of all stories."
Tears fell. Jin stood.
''But my body was broken."
"So that's it. Don't worry my boy So we will make one for you." A familiar voice came behind his back. He turned and shocked.
Three figures descended from veil of dream—Solmiras, Nyx, and Erebus. Jin's breath caught.
"Erebus… Nyx… you're alive?"
Erebus grinned. "In essence."
Nyx nodded. "And we came to help rebirth the world's final vessel."
Solmiras pointed. A sword hovered.
"Wield the Dragon-Ragnar Blade. Let it sing the end and beginning."
Nyx and Erebus raised their hands, forming a spiraling vessel of light. "But the body will be unstable. We can't promise anything."
Jin stood. "I accept. Perfection is not needed. Just purpose "
Zenex guided him to the glowing purple crystal.
"I tried to merge with it once. Failed. But I've imbued it with all my power… now it's your turn."
Jin walked toward the sword. Each step Each step echoed a memory—of pain, loss, triumph, love, betrayal and war.
He whispered, "The journey… it changes us. It breaks us. But without it… who are we?
Maybe I die at the end of this road.
But isn't that what makes the journey necessary?"
He grasped the sword.
Power exploded.
Erebus and Nyx began the formation.
Zenex shattered the crystal—its fragments latching onto Jin.
The wind roared. The garden trembled.
Light erupted.
When it cleared—he stood.
His hair: half snow white, half blood-red. His robe: white and crimson, woven with celestial sigils. His right arm—dragonic, burning with divine scales. One eye blazed blue, the other red.
Gasps echoed.
Kaelros stepped back. "He's… become a god."
Rin whispered, "No… he's become a symbol."
Eleanor smiled tearfully. "You look… beautiful."
Jin took one last step.
They all gathered. One by one, they touched his hand, his shoulder.
Eva: "We're proud of you."
Han Jin hyuk: "let's end this my son."
Athena: "Show them who you are?"
Lillian: "You've become more than we imagined."
Kaelros: "Finish what we couldn't."
Lysander: "I am proud and happy to say you are my friend."
Arden: "Be shine always Jin."
Chris: "Go ahead. We will always support you."
Rin: "Don't forget yourself, Commander."
Eleanor held him. "Even when we're dust, my love echoes in you."
He kissed her.
They vanished.
The garden shattered.
Only nothingness remained.
In the black sea of nothingness, a light exploded.
The blast tore through Nyreth's realm, rupturing the void.
Zhel-vorah felt a sharp pain in his chest.
His Gate Requiem and Flaw Requiem sigils shattered.
"No… it can't be," he muttered. "My Requiems—destroyed? By him?!"
Meanwhile, Nyreth staggered into the Throne World, where five thrones now glowed:
Throne of the Silver King
Throne of the Ocean Master
Throne of the Whisper Lord
Throne of Flame Arcane
Throne of the Divine King
Blood trickled from Nyreth's mouth.
"He… destroyed my Requiems… my nothingness. Interesting __He… broke everything I built…"
Suddenly—a portal opened.
Zhel-vorah stepped in.
"So this… is the Throne World," he said coldly. "But I fear I'm too late. Am I right my son?"
Behind him—
A gust of wind. A crushing presence.
Jin emerged.