"She told me he was a being of contradiction. A warrior who hated war. A scholar who mastered destruction. My father was born in a dying world and climbed through its ashes until he carved his name into the fabric of creation. But even at the peak of Universal Rank… he was still searching. Not for power, but for peace."
Valeris continued, her voice a low murmur threaded with awe and mourning.
"He believed that power meant nothing if it couldn't protect what mattered. That to rule was meaningless unless you could carry the burdens of those beneath you. My mother said he used to hold galaxies in his palm and still kneel beside the fallen, weeping for the lives he couldn't save."
Asher listened in silence, absorbing every word. It wasn't just the grandeur of the tale—it was the truth in her tone. The weight behind it.
