Inside, the crew sat around the central table, the room lit only by the holographic star map hovering above them. Systems flickered red across several sectors of the galaxy.
Queen pointed to seven glowing signals appearing one after another.
“They’re waking up.”
Auren leaned forward.
“The Makers?”
Queen nodded.
“Seven of them.”
The map zoomed out, revealing massive disturbances across different regions of space.
Each one pulsed with a different energy.
Queen listed them slowly:
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Solaryn — Maker of Stars
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Chronyx — Keeper of Time
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Gravem — Lord of Death
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Velora — Weaver of Life
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Nihrax — Master of Void
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Krysal — Architect of Matter
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Orenth — Keeper of Balance
The room went silent.
Mira crossed her arms. “So… seven universe-builders just woke up because of you.”
Auren didn’t deny it.
“Not because of me,” he said quietly.
“Because the seals are breaking.”
Raelux hung suspended in the dark chamber.
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The Maker who captured him studied him carefully.
“You are unstable,” the Maker said.
Raelux smirked.
“You’re scared.”
The Maker ignored the comment and placed a hand on Raelux’s chest.
Energy surged through him.
Memories.
Pain.
Auren.
Raelux screamed as images flooded his mind — not just his own memories, but Auren’s ancient past.
Worlds burning.
Gods falling.
Auren standing among them.
Raelux’s eyes widened.
“You didn’t erase him,” he whispered.
“You couldn’t.”
The Maker finally reacted.
Silence.
Raelux began laughing again.
“Let me guess,” he said. “He was your greatest weapon… and your biggest mistake.”
The Maker stepped back.
“Correction will begin soon.”
But something unexpected happened.
The chains around Raelux cracked.
A faint glow spread across them — the same strange energy that surrounded Lassie.
Raelux stared down.
“What…?”
Then the chains shattered.
The Maker’s eyes widened.
Raelux dropped to the floor.
And ran.
Lassie suddenly collapsed against the console.
Auren caught her.
“What happened?”
Her eyes glowed softly — not runes anymore.
Stars.
“I didn’t mean to,” she whispered.
“You broke something,” Auren realized.
Lassie nodded weakly.
“I felt Raelux’s pain… and the chains just… snapped.”
Queen stared.
“You freed him… across the galaxy.”
Mira sighed.
“Well… that’s definitely going to come back to bite us.”
The ship arrived at a drifting asteroid field.
At the center floated something ancient.
A massive forge built into the hollow core of a dead star fragment.
Auren stepped inside.
The moment he entered, the forge roared back to life.
Flames made of pure starlight erupted.
Rix looked around in awe.
“Was this yours?”
Auren nodded slowly.
“My first life.”
He reached into the flames.
Metal began forming from nothing — star fragments bending to his will.
Hammer strikes echoed through the chamber like thunder.
Each strike shook space itself.
Lassie watched carefully.
“You’re making something alive,” she said.
Auren finished the final strike.
The weapon hovered before him.
A long blade made of shifting light and shadow.
He held it.
The entire forge trembled.
Queen whispered:
“That’s not a sword.”
Auren nodded.
“It’s a key.”
Raelux stumbled through space, battered but alive.
He laughed quietly to himself.
“She freed me…”
Then he looked toward the stars.
“Auren.”
But instead of anger…
There was curiosity now.
Far away, on a desert world with golden skies, thousands of people gathered around giant statues.
Statues of a man with glowing eyes.
Auren.
An old priest raised his staff.
“The prophecy is fulfilled,” he announced.
“The Erased One walks again.”
The crowd cheered.
Lassie stood beside Auren as he held the new blade.
She looked worried.
“Auren… I can feel them.”
“The Makers?” he asked.
She nodded.
“All seven.”
Auren looked out the window.
“Good.”
The crew stared at him.
“You want them to come?” Mira asked.
Auren’s eyes glowed faintly.
“No.”
He lifted the blade.
“I’m going to them.”