Reality was no longer whole.
After the rupture in the fabric of time, eternity fractured, and from its cracks emerged figures that should not have existed. They were shadows of possibility, echoes of what could have been but never came to be. Some of them resembled the Creators themselves—but with different faces, with eyes that had seen other worlds.
Amidst this chaos stood him—The One Who Returned.
His silhouette shifted with every heartbeat, as if he were constantly choosing between countless versions of himself. He did not attack. He did not threaten. He simply was. And his very presence altered the world around him.
— What now? — Flamen asked, watching as the shadows of reality seeped deeper into the Eternal Garden.
— We can no longer turn back, — said Hollow. — Now, we must decide what to do with what we have created.
— And what do you propose? — Watery’s voice was calm, but there was a hidden tension in it.
Emiren, silent until now, stepped forward.
— We stand on the edge of the impossible. Either we learn to control infinity… or it will consume us.
Those Who Return
Suddenly, one of the beings from the rupture stepped forward.
It was… Emiren. But not the one standing here. His features were different, his eyes gleamed with cold certainty, and on his forehead shimmered a mark that had never existed in their world.
— You have acted foolishly, — he said. His voice was the same… and yet different.
— Who are you? — the real Emiren asked.
— I am who you could have become. Who you should have become, had you chosen another path.
More figures began to emerge from the rupture. Some were twisted versions of the Creators—some appeared stronger, others broken, and still others had no faces at all.
— They want to take our place, — Flamen realized.
— No. They want to live. They believe they have the right to exist… just as we do, — Hollow said.
The words hung in the air.
— So the question isn’t whether we can stop them, — Watery whispered. — The question is, are we any different from them?
The Beginning of Infinity
The sky above the Eternal Garden shattered into thousands of variations.
Time no longer flowed in a single stream. It spilled in every possible direction, creating new branches, new worlds, new possibilities. But without control, this chaos threatened to erase everything that had ever been.
— We must act now, — said Emiren.
— What do you suggest? — Flamen clenched his fists, ready for battle.
— We cannot close the rupture without destroying a part of ourselves, — he replied. — But we can learn to control it. We don’t need to fight infinity—we must embrace it.
— How? — Hollow stared at him intently.
Emiren looked at those who had returned. They, too, were watching him—waiting.
— If we cannot remain the only reality… then we must become the ones who guide all realities.
His words sent ripples through the very fabric of space.
— The Creators of Eternity can no longer be just the guardians of time, — he continued. — From now on, we must become those who shape its vastness. We must unite all versions of ourselves and create a new order. Not a single path of time. But an infinity that can be understood and directed.
The rupture in reality began to change.
Not closing—but transforming into something new.
— So… not conflict, but harmony? — Watery asked.
— Not chaos, but a guided infinity, — Emiren corrected.
Those who had returned no longer looked like enemies. They were part of everything that had ever existed. And now, their fate lay in the hands of the Creators.
They made their choice.
And reality began to shift…