A figure appeared, robed in silver, their face a blur but achingly familiar, their aura resonating with the Lotus Flame. "You've come far," they said, their voice echoing through the void, calm yet heavy with purpose. "Too far to turn back now."
Kael stood silent, his silver eyes locked on the figure, his dantian trembling with the flame's intensity. The figure raised a hand, and a lotus materialized, its petals burning with silver, violet, and a darker hue—chaos itself, bound within its form.
"This is the Seed of Origin," the figure continued, their voice a whisper that shook Kael's spirit core. "The first lotus was born from chaos. The path you walk is no longer just yours."
Kael's gaze fixed on the lotus, its pulse syncing with his own. "Then what is it?" he asked, his voice steady despite the void's weight.
"A path of destruction… and creation," the figure replied. "Those who carry this must choose: purge the world… or remake it."