Chapter 4 : "The Lion That Guards the Forgotten Prophecy"

A burning sensation shot through his head as the eye – hidden and dormant for so long – flared open.

Crimson light burst from it, illuminating the mist around him. His face tensed, and black-red veins spread rapidly form the eye across his face like creeping fire. His body arched forward, as if pulled by magnetic force.

The aura around him shifted. A wave of red and black energy erupted from his core, swirling like a storm, cracking through the fog. It was wild. Ancient. Not his own.

" W-what's… happening to me…?" he gasped, but his voice was deeper now – distorted by whatever power had awakened.

The eye – now fully– locked onto the symbols on the mountains.

And suddenly his feet moved on their own.

Drawn by a force he couldn't resist, Aryan stepped towards the glowing letters. The wind screamed through the valley. The fog thickened. The mountain groaned.

It was If something inside the mountain was waiting for him. Calling him. Recognizing him.

And he could no longer turn away.

An unbearable pain surged though his skull – his eyes felt like they were going to explode. Yet, his body moved on its own, drawn towards the ominous mountain ahead.

Before him loomed an enormous cave, its entrance swallowed in pitch black darkness. Bolts of lightning crackled around it strange, unnatural lightning that seemed alive, ancient, and watching.

But then – his eyes began to glow with a crimson aura, pulsing with an unknown power. As if recognizing him, the lightning calmed and vanished, parting like curtains, silently welcoming him inside.

Compelled by a force he couldn't resist, he stepped into the cave.

Deeper and deeper he went, and the air grew thick – so heavy with deadly aura it felt like his body is going to shatter. The pressure was suffocating, cosmic, beyond human comprehension.

But something inside him awakened.

His red eye flared brighter, resisting the cursing aura. Somehow, they shielded him, and he pushed forward. The cave wasn't just cave – it felt infinite, like the very fabric of the universe was fold within it. Stars blinked in the darkness around him. Time and space twisted with each step.

And then… he reached the heart of the void.

There, resting silently, was a colossal divine beast – a winged lion radiating power beyond mortal measure. Its golden mane shimmered like stardust, and from its half-closed eyes swirled entire galaxies.

It wasn't just a creature.

It was like he was the ruler of the universe.

The divine beast stirred.

Its massive eyes, shimmering with the birth and death of stars, locked onto him. The cave trembled.

A voice echoed-not spoken aloud, but thundered directly into his soul.

"How… how can a mere mortal step foot upon the Divine Mountain's land.?"

The lion-like beast rose, spreading its massive wings, brushing against the infinite void around them, its presence made the stars flicker and warp.

" You dare stand before me… in my sacred realm?"

"YOU DARE BREATH IN MY DOMAIN?"

In a single motion, it roared – a roar so powerful that reality itself cracked around him. A beam of celestial energy, pure and devastating, surged towards him like the wrath of creation.

But just as it was about to consume him-

Aryan's red eye blazed.

A mysterious force erupted from within them – an ancient, forgotten energy. It clashed with the beast's attack brilliant explosion of light and time, and….

The attack vanished. Nullified.

"That power…" the beast growled, stepping closer.

"It cannot be… Those eyes… they haven't been seen since the first Age. Since… him."

The cave fell silent again, but the tension was thicker than ever.

He stood, barely catching his breath, unaware of what had just happened – only knowing that something deep inside him had awakened. And whatever it was… it had just stopped a god.

The beast's massive form loomed over him, its wings folding slowly like mountains settling. The divine aura still radiated violently – but now, it was mixed with curiosity… and doubt.

"Power alone means nothing," the beast growled.

"Even a cursed child can inherit Fire – but only through trial can one prove they're worthy of its flame."

"IF YOU ARE TRULY CARRY HIS LEGACY…"

"THEN WHITSTAND MY JUDGMENT!"

But before he can do anything he feel a very strong presence, like someone telling him not to harm the kid.

After staring through Aaryan's soul, he ask-

"Tell me, mortal… what is your name?"

Aryan stood tall, his red eyes glowing like twin suns locked in eternal storm. The divine wind stirred his hair.

He looked into the eyes of the celestial beast and spoke – not with arrogance, but with destiny echoing in his voice:

"I am Aryan…"

"I do not know my past – but I will carve my fate into the bones of this world"