Kaelan, the Weaver of Time traced a finger across the water’s edge, drawing forth the memory of a fourth presence that once stood among them. The hall vibrated softly with echoes of laughter and the distant music of ages gone by. Seraphine, Shaper of Worlds gazed into the pool, her silver eyes reflecting the image of a resolute figure, walking away from the trio—emperor baraka , the one who chose mortality.
"Do you feel his absence as I do?"
Maelis, Keeper of Light nodded, the glow of his aura dimmed by centuries of longing.
"He left us to make Sge—an entire world, forged from his own longing to create apart from our eternity," Seraphine’s voice trembled with both pride and sorrow.
"He rejected our gift. Yet look how he shaped Sge, how its people sing of him in legend," Kaelan mused, his tone heavy with regret.
"We could bring him back. Immortal, at last—one of us again. But would he accept it now?"
emperor baraka [/@ch_4], cloaked in earthen robes, his mortal form radiant with power and purpose.]
emperor baraka strides through a sunlit glade, his hands weaving life from soil and song. Mortal, yes, but his strength bends rivers and awakens ancient trees. Children follow him, their laughter ringing like chimes, while elders bow in reverence.
"I have chosen this path," his voice echoes softly through the vision, "not for immortality, but for meaning. Let the years shape me as I shape them."
"He has become powerful—even as a mortal, he shapes destiny. But should we intervene, or respect his wish?"
"To make him immortal against his will is to dishonor the very freedom he cherishes," Seraphine whispered, her voice barely above the wind.
"Yet the world he has made, the people who love him—they would suffer his loss to time," Maelis countered, anguish tightening his grip on the feather.
"Let us grant him what he desires most: the gift of powerful mortality. He shall live as long as his world needs him, and fade only when his story is complete," Kaelan declared, hope returning to his eyes.
"In this way, we honor both our bond and his choice," Seraphine agreed, sending a gentle ripple of magic through the hall.
emperor baraka [/@ch_4] pauses, sensing the shift within him—a surge of strength, a deepening of purpose. The sky above Sge glimmers with new constellations, shaped by the Supreme Trio in silent blessing.]
"Thank you, old friends. I will use this gift well," he whispered into the wind, the promise of ages echoing in the rustling of leaves and the laughter of children. And so, the world of Sge flourished, guided by a mortal whose spirit was immortal in all but name.
