A door opened in the air behind the throne—a tear in reality itself. Beyond it: a void filled with golden sand, drifting stars, and a heartbeat that pulsed with divine rhythm.
Aarav stepped through.
He stood in a realm not bound by time. Visions swirled around him—his birth, his father's death, every choice he had made. Then, other lives—lives not his—filled his senses: warriors, scholars, beggars, kings.
He realized the Third Truth.
Unity.
Every life is a thread in the weave of fate. His strength did not lie in being chosen—but in choosing to stand for all.
The Third Sigil burned into his chest: a circle of light encompassing flame and wind.
He was no longer just a boy.
He was the Bearer of Balance.