The Forgotten Truths

A dull ache throbbed in Kazuki's head as he stirred, his vision still blurred. His body felt heavy, weighed down by an invisible force. He slowly pushed himself up from the floor, his breath uneven.

The room was dark now—eerily silent. The glow from the city outside had dimmed, and shadows danced unnaturally along the walls.

"Awake at last," said a voice. It wasn't cold or threatening, but it carried an ancient weight, as if it had existed long before Kazuki could comprehend.

Kazuki froze. The voice wasn't Lumi's… or Hotaru's. It was unfamiliar, deep yet strangely comforting.

"Who's there?" Kazuki demanded, trying to keep his voice steady.

"You have questions, don't you?" the voice said calmly. "Questions about this world, about yourself, about what Eidolon truly is."

A figure began to take shape in front of him—shrouded in shadows, its form almost impossible to define. It seemed to shift and blur, like a reflection on water. Its eyes, however, were sharp and piercing, locking onto Kazuki's with an unsettling intensity.

"You were never supposed to be part of this world, just like the others," the figure said. "But Eidolon isn't what it once was. What you see now is merely a shadow of its former self—a fractured dream."

Kazuki's heart raced. "What do you mean? What was it like before?"

The figure paused, almost as if choosing its words carefully. "Eidolon was once a land of peace and harmony—a sanctuary created by the seven Primis. They were the architects of this world, each embodying a fundamental force: Life, Death, Fate, Balance, Time, Chaos, and Dream. Together, they forged Eidolon as a place of endless possibility."

Kazuki listened intently, his pulse quickening as the figure continued.

"For centuries, the Primis guided this realm, ensuring its balance and protecting it from harm. The land flourished under their watch… until the War."

The figure's voice grew softer, almost mournful. "It was an unexpected war—against a threat that came from beyond the boundaries of this reality. A force so powerful that even the Primis struggled to contain it. Desperate to save their creation, they called upon beings from other realms—beings with extraordinary potential."

"Trailblazers," Kazuki whispered.

"Yes," the figure confirmed. "Trailblazers, chosen from different worlds and realms, brought here to stand against the tide of destruction. Those blessed by the Primis were given unique powers and called Vessels—their purpose to wield the power of the Primis in their stead."

Kazuki's thoughts swirled. Life, Death, Balance, Fate… Time, Chaos, Dream. It all sounded like a myth, but the weight of the figure's words pressed on him, making it impossible to dismiss.

"But…" Kazuki hesitated. "What happened to the Primis? And… what does the Savior have to do with all of this?"

The figure fell silent for a moment, as if considering how much to reveal. "The Savior fought alongside the Primis in the war. He was their champion, their light in the darkest moments. Without him, Eidolon would have fallen long ago."

Kazuki nodded slowly, the pieces starting to connect in his mind. The Savior wasn't just a ruler—he was a hero. A guardian who had once protected this world from an unimaginable fate.

"Eidolon was never meant to be like this," the figure said, its voice tinged with sadness. "But things changed after the war. The world fractured. And now… it calls for Trailblazers once again."

The figure stepped back, its form beginning to fade into the darkness. "Remember this, Kazuki: not everything is as it seems. The truth of Eidolon runs deeper than you can imagine. Trust your instincts… and be careful whom you trust."

Before Kazuki could ask more, the figure was gone—vanishing into thin air, leaving him alone once again.

The room was silent, the hum of Eidolon's strange song returning. Kazuki's heart pounded in his chest. His mind spun with everything he had just learned. Seven Primis. The War. Vessels. The Savior's past.

His hands curled into fists. He couldn't shake the feeling that something larger was at play—something he was only beginning to grasp.

And for the first time, Kazuki realized… he wasn't just a visitor in Eidolon. He was part of something far bigger than himself.