The light around them began to scatter, like thousands of shards of a shattered mirror. The space was no longer simply empty—it was an energetic web, interwoven with shadows, light, and darkness. Every movement, every word in this void became part of an endless game where there were no clear rules.
Emiren and Ardalys stood before a stone throne, which had become the center of everything. They realized that this place no longer obeyed the laws of the ordinary world. This was a place where time and space had no boundaries. Here, in this emptiness, the creators could influence the very essence of reality. But every step, every choice could turn into catastrophe.
“We must walk this path,” Emiren said, feeling the weight of every word that echoed in the void. “But how? How do we return time to what it was?”
Ardalys remained silent, but his gaze was filled with confusion and fear. They stood at the edge of what should not exist, and what could destroy the entire world they had given life to. Around them was only endless space, trembling from the silence. And here, in this very place, they had to find the answer.
“I know what you’re looking for,” a voice said from behind. It was the same voice they had heard before when they met Those Who Guard Eternity. But now the voice sounded different—heavier, deeper. “You’re looking for the way back. The way that will return everything to its place.”
“But is it possible?” Ardalys asked. His voice trembled with fear because he understood that even the slightest mistake could lead to the destruction not only of their world but of all existence.
“No,” the voice replied. “This cannot simply be a return to what was. Time, like you, has changed. And now you face a choice: Do you want to turn everything back and lose what you’ve created, or will you allow this new world to be, even if it is different?”
Emiren felt cold in his chest. This was not just a dilemma. This was a test of their faith, of their ability to influence the very essence of being.
“I cannot return to what was,” he said, bowing his head. “Now that I see all of this, I can’t take back what we’ve created. But if we leave everything we’ve found, what will happen to us?”
The voice spoke again:
“You were the ones who created this world, and you were the ones who destroyed it. Your power is both your gift and your curse. What you do now will become the new path. It will either be a higher form of existence or the beginning of its end.”
Ardalys stepped forward, lowering his head as if trying to understand something too great for the mind.
“But we can’t know what will happen after this,” he said softly.
Emiren looked at him. They both stood on the edge of a precipice where there was no certainty. They had only one way to go—forward. But this path was a trial that could not be passed without sacrifice.
“What will happen next?” he asked the voice, which seemed to be part of the space itself.
“It is your choice. And only you, as Creators, can decide what will come next.”
Emiren sighed deeply. He felt his heart burdened with countless possibilities and options. Every option had its consequences, and every choice was both a blessing and a curse.
“We will create a new path,” he said, looking at the throne. “We can’t return to the old world, but we can create a new one.”
Ardalys remained silent, but his gaze spoke of doubt. He was not sure if they were ready for such a step.
“And what will happen to us after that?” he asked, but his voice faded in the silence that surrounded them.
No one answered.
The Creators stood at a crossroads. And this choice became their final trial before they could change the course of history, before they could destroy the old order and allow the new one to take its place. Only then would they understand if they were truly ready for this, or if their decision would become the new beginning for the world they had created themselves.