Threads of Truth and Farewell*
The war was over.
The silence that followed the fall of the Dark Titan stretched deep across the infinity universe that resided in the corpse of Tian. The skies, once shrouded in roars and apocalyptic energy, were calm. Stars flickered back to life. Dimensional scars stitched themselves slowly together.
Omary stood at the edge of the battlefield, surrounded by his companions — Neila, Excap, and the hundreds of alien warriors who had survived. Though they had fought bravely, it had been *Ashur-ll'Zhara* who ended the war. The one who stopped the apocalypse with a gesture. The one who rewrote the fate of the universe.
And now, the silent god stood above the broken remains of the battlefield, his cloak of woven stardust flowing with invisible threads of fate.
Omary approached him, his voice uncertain but firm.
"Wait," he called out. "who are you…"
Ashur turned, glowing eyes resting calmly on the young warrior." I'm called Ashur-ll'Zhara."
"Was it you?" Omary asked. "Were you the one who brought me here? Transmigrated my soul? Why? Was I just some pawn on a board you were watching for fun?"
The words came fast, angry even, more confused than accusatory.
Ashur held up a hand, signaling him to calm down. "Slow down Omary"
His voice was soft, timeless.
"Yes, Omary," Ashur-ll'Zhara admitted. "It was I who summoned your soul into this world."
Omary's jaw clenched. "So it's true. This was all manipulation."
Ashur shook his head. "No. I gave you *a chance*. But everything that happened… every battle you won, every bond you formed, every choice you made — that was *you*. I never altered your will. I watched. I protected the edges of your story. But I never turned a single page for you . You're choices are what brought you to this fate."
Omary looked down, letting the words sink in.
"Then why?" he whispered.
Ashur's gaze turned upward, as if seeing across infinite destinies. "Because this universe, this *creation*, deserved to be saved. It wasn't for fun for I do not perceive emotions as you do. Tian's soul was suffocating beneath the darkness. His gift — his living world — was fated to die. But I saw a thread. One possibility. A soul from another place… carrying perspective, drive, compassion that will bring change."
He looked back at Omary.
"You were the anomaly fate needed. The *answer* it didn't expect."
Omary exhaled, the weight of the truth hitting him. "And now?"
Ashur stepped closer, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Now you've done what even I could not. You gave meaning to a dying world. Hope to a fractured fate. You may think you've done nothing but in my eyes you brought success to this fate."
Behind them, Tian's spirit loomed faintly in the sky, no longer a towering god but a *fragment* — a half-soul, glowing faintly with gratitude. His voice echoed gently.
"Thank you… Omary. Thank you… Ashur…"
Ashur looked to Tian, bowed his head in reverence. "You were a fool, my friend… but you were a kind one."
Omary looked up at the god once more. "What will you do now?"
Ashur smiled faintly, already turning away.
"There are countless fates left to learn. Threads to untangle. I was born from time, life, and death… and even I must walk forward. This chapter ends, but another waits to begin."
He began to vanish, his form dissolving into glowing threads.
"Wait—" Omary called. "Will I ever see you again?"
Ashur-ll'Zhara's voice echoed, even as his form faded completely.
"Not unless it's fated."
And just like that, he was gone.
Only the wind stirred.
Omary stood in silence, his companions gathering beside him. Above, Tian's form faded into the skies, the last of his strength drifting into the stars — a titan no longer, but a world at peace.
And somewhere, far beyond this universe, Ashur-ll'Zhara looked at Tian. This look managed to make him remember a memory of once when he entered the Titans realm. At that time he was known as only Ashur The angel of Absolute order. He was with his companion Primordial elder god of reality Simon.