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> In the world of Lambioda, strength is measured in ranks,and levels—but one human child, Auren, is chosen by a mysterious system that no one can see.

 When true love must be sacrificed, and his body becomes a tool in the game of fate, Auren must defend himself against a system that demands life after life.

 But as the sky begins to crack, mountains erupt, and monstrous creatures emerge from the darkness, a name whispers again in legend: Zhael—an entity that even the Gods fear.

 Now, Auren stands on the brink of an absolute choice: bring the dead back to life, or destroy the balance of the world forever.

 This is where the story of loyalty, destruction, and resurrection begins.  Can humans fight the destiny written by the Creator himself?

The resurrection of the heir to divine power

The sky of Arkheion was now as beautiful as a dream. No more screams of pain, no more forceful tolls of fate. The world born from suffering and hope now stood as a new world, free from the old hierarchies, free from oppressive systems.

Yet, within that peace, a feeling lingered—loss.

Auren sat on a small hill, gazing at the sprawling new city now called "Eryndor," the center of the new world built by human hands. To his left was Lisea, now truly present, yet not entirely so.

She was no longer human. Nor was she a spirit. She was something new—the Eternal Soul of Arkheion, an entity that connected life and the legacy of the old world.

> "I won... But why does my heart still feel empty in some corners?"

> Lisea: (with a bittersweet smile)

> "Because true love never fully recovers after loss. But it learns to live with the wound."

The people of Eryndor celebrated the peace with a grand festival.

But Auren still felt a profound solitude. He knew... not everything could be brought back. In that war, he had lost comrades, beautiful memories, and a part of himself that once believed in magic without scars.

> "Lord Auren! Come to the square! We want to hear stories of the old world from you!"

He simply smiled, stood up, and nodded.

> "This world... needs stories. Not to revive the past, but to give meaning to the future."

Night fell. Beneath the starry sky, Auren stood on a small stage, surrounded by the children and new generation of Arkheion.

> "There is a name... you must remember.

> He was the first human to reach the highest limit.

The voice echoed like a sacred song.

And when that name was spoken, the sky seemed to respond, a faint light illuminating the flowers growing around the square, and a whisper was heard in Auren's ear—a voice he knew so well.

> "Take care of this world, heir of hope. For it is yours... no longer mine."

Chapter 25: The Free World and the Irreversible Loss