Reo sat in the cold grass, feeling the heartbeat of the universe thrum beneath his palms. Above him, the constellations shimmered brighter than ever, as if recognizing the awakening of his power. The cool wind carried whispers from galaxies far away, and in that moment, Reo opened his eyes—vivid silver, reflecting the cosmos within. He stretched out his hand, and a spiral of light and darkness twisted into form, shaping itself into a miniature weapon glowing with the energy of space and time.
King Asura, his horns gleaming and eyes like twin embers, stared into the vision pool, seeing his son’s creation from afar. The walls trembled faintly as his anger grew; the air crackled with suppressed power. Beside him, armored demons shifted uneasily, awaiting their king’s command. "The boy has gone too far—he forges weapons that could unmake us all," his voice echoed, thunderous and cold.
Reo gathered the elements of stardust and the flow of time itself, weaving them together with practiced grace. The fabric of reality shimmered and bent, drawn to his will, until a radiant object began to materialize—a glowing lotus, petals layered with shifting galaxies, its stem forged from the axis of time. The weapon pulsed with unimaginable might, vibrating with the promise of creation and destruction. "With this, I could end all suffering…or doom it all," he whispered, awe and terror mingling in his voice.
King Asura descended the marble steps, his expression a mask of fury and sorrow. The army behind him shifted, weapons raised, eyes fixed on the boy who held the universe’s fate in his hands. "You’ve become a threat to everything we rule, my son. Hand over the lotus, or face the wrath of the Underworld," he commanded, voice echoing through the chamber. "I can’t, Father. This power is meant to protect, not destroy," Reo replied, his grip steady on the cosmic weapon as the tension crackled like the thunder outside.
Breathless, Reo darts between glowing stalagmites, the lotus ankle clutched to his chest. The echoes of his father’s army resound, their voices distorted by the cave’s eerie acoustics. Each step is a race against time, as magic barriers flicker to life behind him, sealing off escape routes. "I won’t let them take what I’ve made. I’ll find the strength to master this power," he vowed, determination burning in his eyes as he dove deeper into the twisting tunnels.
Reo stands alone, battered but unbroken, the lotus ankle humming gently at his side. He breathes deeply, drawing energy from the universe itself, and begins to move—each gesture shaping the elements of space and time, forging them into new forms. Memories of his father’s betrayal and the looming threat of war fuel his resolve, but hope flickers in his heart. "I will grow stronger. I will choose my own destiny," he whispers, as the cosmos waits to see what path he will carve.
