The Merging of Realms

Bassoon grew larger—

not just in size, but in spirit.

The very fabric of its being stretched, pulsing with energy from the Crossroad.

Then, in a moment both terrifying and wondrous, Ginen descended.

No longer a distant force, Ginen merged into Bassoon—

its breath becoming the wind that stirred the lands,

its silence threading through the growing pulse of life.

This merging was unlike anything the realms had ever seen.

The unique future of Ginen took root within Bassoon.

Where once there were walls between worlds, now there were bridges.

The gods—once bound to their celestial heights or demonic depths—were now free to walk both planes.

Light and shadow intertwined, no longer enemies but two halves of a greater whole.

The realms exhaled a breath long held.

Balance was fragile—yet real.

Zion, The Bridge, stood at the center of this new dawn.

He felt the weight of creation and destruction alike—

but also the infinite potential of what could be