The Name of the New Dawn

There was a time when gods and demons walked among men—

not as enemies, but as forces entwined in the endless dance of existence.

Now, Zion's power—born of both light and shadow—shook the very foundations of the realms.

From the highest thrones of the gods to the darkest pits where demon lords whispered, unrest spread like wildfire.

War erupted. Fear tightened its grip. Old alliances shattered—and new, unexpected bonds formed.

Some gods, wary but curious, approached Zion.

Some demons, intrigued yet cautious, lingered in the shadows.

The realms themselves trembled, sensing a change no prophecy had foretold.

Amidst the storm, Ginen's voice echoed through the Crossroad—deep, ancient, and unyielding.

"You have chosen to walk between worlds,

to carry the weight of both light and shadow.

Now you must name yourself."

Zion paused.

A name was more than words—it was power, identity, destiny.

He looked inward, to the sigils blazing on his skin, to the swirling storm within his soul.

And then he spoke, calm and resolute:

"I am The Bridge.

The keeper of balance.

The dawn where light and shadow meet."

The Crossroad pulsed in acknowledgment.

The realms held their breath.

Zion had not only chosen a path—he had forged a new beginning