Sil ran without thinking straight toward the burning jungle.
Where The flames roared ahead of him, swallowing trees, turning the forest into ashes… yet he didn't stop.
Not until—he suddenly froze.
"Finally… you stopped." A voice came from behind.
The elder's grandson stood there, bent forward, breathing heavily, He looked exhausted, "H-How… are you so fast…?" He could barely speak.
The distance from the shore to the jungle was nearly a kilometer… And yet, Sil had reached it like it was nothing.
Sil didn't answer. Because even he didn't understand.
His mind wasn't here.
It was somewhere else.
Somewhere in the past.
Nori's voice echoed again.
"He told me… to wait for him."
Sil's eyes slowly lifted toward the sky.
"And when he arrives… I must sacrifice myself. And, That will be my freedom…" Nori had said, "I will no longer be a slave."
"He's finally here."
Sil looked up.
At the "egg" in the sky.
Cracking and Changing.
"I can finally rest…"
Sil stood there silently staring at it, Thinking about everything, "Back then… I didn't even know what I wanted…" he whispered.
"But after I met him… i finally understood."
"He gave my dream a shape." The storm that once raged across the island…began to calm.
The winds had slowed, the chaos had been quieted.
And in that silence—a sound echoed.
Crack.
Sil's eyes widened.
The sound came from above from the egg.
Crack… crack…
It was happening and Time was running out.
"I want to be like him…" Sil said softly, he came back to its senses.
Another crack split the sky.
"A hero… like him."
At the castle, Ana stood frozen, she was tensed that her eyes locked on her brother.
"B-Brother… what are you doing…?"
Her voice trembled as she tried to move forward, but the invisible shield stopped her again and again. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach him.
Atom had already crossed the line. The power he had sealed for so long… was finally unleashed.
"From hell… to earth… to heaven," Atom's voice echoed, "I choose to free you. Accept my pardon… I release you from your chains."
His body twisted. And his form broke.
Three eyes opened across his right face.
Three arms stretched unnaturally.
Four legs anchored him like a creature.
He no longer looked human.
"Give back… the soul of God." The moment he said. He was vanished.
"Ani… brother…" Ana whispered, her voice breaking as she was left alone, trapped behind the barrier.
The storm had calmed. The sky went still. The massive "egg" floating above showed no movement, no sound, no cracks. To anyone watching… it looked like everything had paused.
But that was only from normal eyes.
Beyond that layer of reality... Something else was happening.
Atom had entered a different plane.
A mid-world. It is a space between matter and soul, where everything was visible at its smallest level. Atoms, endlessly moving, vibrating, shifting their positions with every fraction of time.
And in the center of it, the egg was inside this world, it wasn't silent.
It was unstable. Distorting, Because of him.
Atom moved through it freely, untouched by the natural forces that should have repelled him. The invisible barriers between particles… meant nothing to him now.
He reached the core and then he struck.
Each punch didn't break the surface.
It shook the very structure of existence inside the egg.
Atoms shifts Collisions increases and The balance is disturbed.
This was his true power.
Not destruction from the outside
but disruption from within.
Atom wasn't trying to destroy the shell.
He was trying to collapse it from its core.
To stop Daruma before he could be born once again.
This time, the world didn't fall into darkness. Everything stayed intact. The chaos that once felt unstoppable suddenly disappeared. The typhoon that had been destroying the island came to a complete halt. The wind stopped moving, the sky went still, and for a moment, it felt like everything was under control.
This was the effect of Atom's true power.
"What… is happening?" the elder's grandson muttered, completely confused. His mind was overwhelmed. Everything had been happening too fast, destruction, fear, people losing hope. And through all of this, he had done nothing.
He remembered what he said before that he would help. That he wouldn't let things end like this. But now, standing there behind everyone, he felt like nothing more than a liar.
Memories hit him all at once, his parents, his village, everything he had lost. The pain kept repeating in his mind until he couldn't take it anymore.
He stepped forward.
"Hey!" Sil called from behind.
But he didn't stop.
In front of him, the flames rose like a wall, blocking his path. The heat was unbearable, but he kept walking toward it.
"Even if it costs my life… I won't stand behind anymore," he said, his voice shaking but determined. "I'm not a liar. I'm not worthless. I wasn't born just to die like this."
"Hey!" Sil shouted again, rushing toward him, trying to stop him.
But the grandson didn't hesitate.
He walked straight into the flames.
"The last time I saw Nori… he told me he left everything to him," Sil whispered, "Back then, I didn't understand how someone could trust another person like that. To wait for him… to believe in him."
"He said… he will free me." Sil clenched his fists as the memory grew clearer.
Long ago, a man had come to their village. An adventurer. A discoverer. Someone who traveled the world searching for hidden truths. But one day, he found something that shook the entire world.
"There will be a person born… and he will kill everyone."
That was the Oracle.
At first, it was just a story. But slowly, it spread across the world, turning into fear because in a godless world where people had already lost hope, this prophecy became something they couldn't ignore.
And the one who revealed it was that same adventurer who came to their village.
Daruma.
The man who later became the king of this island.
"My grandpa told me this story… and the moment I learned how my parents died… I made my decision." The elder's grandson stepped forward, his eyes were empty of fear.
"I would be the one to kill him." His mind was no longer stable. There was no hesitation left in him, he only wanted revenge.
The wall of flames stood in front of him, roaring, alive, ready to consume anything that touched it.
But he walked into it without stopping.
Fire wrapped around his body instantly. His skin burned, the heat tearing through him… yet he didn't scream. Not even once.
"I may not have been chosen by the fragments of God," he muttered, "But that doesn't make me worthless."
Step by step, he kept moving forward, crossing the flames,
"For them… I might be unworthy…"
"But for myself… i am the strongest." He walked through the fire.
Not as a victim. Not as someone seeking death, But as someone who had finally understood something.
"I am the God's beautiful creation, I am a human."