Several months had passed.
The Tower of a Thousand Steps now stood as a symbol of peace. The world was slowly achieving an unprecedented stability. However, Auren never sat idly by. He knew — true peace was not eternal without being safeguarded.
In silence, Lisea began to appear in a semi-physical form — a spiritual body that could be seen and touched by those with a deep soul connection.
She wasn't truly alive, yet she wasn't an ordinary spirit either.
> Lisea:
> "I am not a resurrection. I am your hope, radiating so powerfully... that even God allowed me to return to you, though imperfectly."
>
Auren held her hand, feeling a warmth that didn't come from a body... but from a soul that knew him more than anyone.
> Auren:
> "If this isn't real, I don't care... as long as I can see you by my side."
>
Outside the city walls, a new movement quietly grew — called the "Children of the Old World," descendants of those who once submitted to the system. They didn't want a world without direction, without absolute power. They wanted the past to return.
They began kidnapping students from the Tower, spreading chaos, and creating artificial powers that mimicked the old system.
Lisea warned:
> "The remnants of darkness won't disappear just because we look away. They are waiting for their moment to grow again... like seeds of darkness planted in silence."
>
Auren took action.
He gathered his 7 best students. Each from different backgrounds, diverse strengths, and dissimilar ideologies.
> "I will not create an army. I will create heirs. This world is not mine. It belongs to you...
> I am merely a conduit of light. You are the ones who will ignite it after I am gone."
>
They began a journey to the World Terrace, the place where the old world was sealed and the last key to the old system's influence was hidden.
But during that journey... something happened.
The sky shifted. The stars shone unusually. And a name — Zhael — echoed once more in an unseen whisper.
> Auren:
> "Could it be... that this isn't truly over yet?"
>