The beginning of the new saga - the saga of the end

Before time.

Before light.

Before sound.

There stood one – Kaal.

Not a being. Not a god.

Something else. Something beyond.

He was an idea. Pure will.

And in the moment the void whispered his name –

Kaal opened his eyes.

He decided to turn the nothing... into something.

He spread his hands –

and with a single thought,

He created a universe.

But that wasn't enough.

He didn't want just stars. Just light.

He wanted life.

Like an artist painting a cosmos on a single canvas –

Kaal whispered creation into existence.

The Birth of Life

"Humans – you shall be the heart."

Fragile, yet stubborn.

They ask questions that should never be asked – and that's how they grow.

"Demons – you shall be the instinct."

Desire. Pain. Rage. Explosive power.

Not evil – just too pure.

"Gods – you will preserve balance."

Each was given a domain:

War. Love. Death. Creation. Time.

They knew their strength – but over time, forgot their place.

"Beasts – you are the rhythm."

The spirit of nature. Endless motion.

That which comes before speech.

The continents rose from the seas.

The sun took its role.

The moon spun a hundred times – then settled.

Creation. A universe. Existence.

Meanwhile... Liron

In a realm far from Kaal's universe –

stood one man before an old grave.

Liron.

Lord of the Universe.

A king. A warrior. A brother.

But now – just a broken man trying to undo one mistake.

Before him – the grave of Verek,

his comrade in the rebellion against the Devil,

alongside Lyra, queen of Light and Liron wife.

Verek was more than a friend –

he was a brother in arms.

The grave was silent.

Time stood still.

Liron whispered:

"If a universe can begin again... so can you."

From within his cloak,

he drew the Last Spark –

a remnant from the battle against Lucifer.

Pure energy. Unextinguished.

He stabbed it into the ground.

The wind shuddered.

Grass withered.

Fire erupted – then vanished.

Verek opened his eyes.

He gasped.

Time began to move again.

"Where... am I?" he rasped.

"You're home," Liron said.

They stood there –

Life from the past. A future yet unwritten.

A Hundred Years Later...

The universe Kaal created – blossomed.

Humans learned, fought, loved, lost.

Demons found their place in the shadows.

And the gods? Became arrogant.

They forgot.

Then came him.

Orion – God of Light, Justice, and Truth.

He looked upon Kaal's creation –

and said:

"Why should we serve the one who made us, only to obey him?"

In his temple high above the skies –

he gathered gods.

Some feared. Some agreed.

But Orion asked for no permission –

he raised an army.

Kaal knew.

But remained silent.

Because Kaal was waiting.

Waiting for the moment

when even the gods...

would forget who gave them existence.

And that moment –

is almost here.

The Battle of Kaal vs. Orion

Place: The Plain of the Gods – an endless white realm where time stands still.

Time: The moment balance shattered.

The skies trembled.

The ground dared not move.

And between two eternals – only silence spoke.

Kaal stood at the center, his white hair flowing, eyes glowing with golden-red light.

In his hand – no weapon.

He needs none.

Orion, clad in ancient armor of light, faced him.

In one hand – the Blade of Principle.

Behind him – the halo of justice.

Orion: "They worship you because they've forgotten they have a voice. I will remind them what freedom is."

Kaal (softly): "Those who forget to honor creation... are not worthy of changing it."

And thunder fell.

Phase One: Orion Attacks

Orion moved first –

He unleashed a pure beam of light, slicing the air like a blade of time.

Kaal raised his hand – not to block,

but to absorb.

"You're not the first who tried to enlighten me," he whispered.

Orion appeared in front of him in a blink, his sword swinging hard.

Direct hit.

The ground cracked beneath them. Shockwaves exploded –

But Kaal didn't move.

"You were faster... when you still believed in yourself."

Kaal blinked to Orion's side –

Two fingers touched his chest.

Pulse of Existence.

⟶ Orion flew back, rolling through blood and dust.

Phase Two: Kaal Unleashed

The air grew hot.

The universe... felt fear.

Kaal removed his cloak –

Beneath, his skin bore symbols of creation.

Letters never meant to be spoken.

Lines that shape all things.

"I don't fight to win.

I fight to remind."

He spread his arms –

and the space around them fractured.

A thousand versions of that moment began to be born –

But only one... would survive.

Phase Three: The End

Orion screamed, gathering all his strength:

"Eternal Justice!"

A meteor of divine light hurled forward, crushing every shadow.

Kaal didn't run.

He closed his eyes.

Whispered: "The Ancients' Prayer."

In one breath – all vanished.

No light.

No shadow.

Only silence.

Orion fell to his knees. His sword shattered.

He wasn't dead –

But no longer truly alive.

Kaal approached.

Placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I don't judge you. I only remind you... where you came from."

The End

In the Plain of the Gods –

there are no winners.

Only memories

of the battle between creation

and the hunger to control it.