Echoes of the Eternal Master

The Master, ever seeking knowledge, often vanished into realms beyond time, where even Kaelion could not follow. On one such journey, the seeds of betrayal bore fruit.

In the Master's absence, Vireth rose, twisting minds and bending wills. He declared a New Order, one free from divine command. Most creations resisted, but many fell under his sway.

The unthinkable happened in the Hall of Creation: a sanctuary built by the Master himself, its walls humming with the music of life. There, Vireth stood before the great seal of the Master—and spat

Kaelion arrived moments too late.

The hall reeked of defilement. Anger, raw and primal, surged through his immortal veins. With a voice that cracked worlds, Kaelion declared, “You insult the hand that gave you breath. You will taste fire eternal.”

A war unlike any other ignited—a cosmic blaze that engulfed stars and shattered moons. Kaelion fought alone, fueled not by duty, but by love

But even gods can bleed.

In the last battle, as he stood above Vireth’s broken form, a blade of time, forged in forgotten dimensions, pierced Kaelion’s back. A final ambush by Vireth’s hidden followers. Kaelion turned, consumed them all in a supernova of fury—but it was too late.

He fell, his flames dimming, whispering one name into the void: “Master...”

And the Master?

He had felt the death of his first creation in the farthest edge of the Multiverse. But time flows differently there. He had not yet returned.

The universe trembled, waiting for the return of its Maker—and the judgment that would follow.