The sky cracked like glass as a divine light tore through the fabric of space. The summoning circle beneath the stone floor of the Goddess Temple glowed violently, bathing the marble hall in holy gold.
Three figures fell from the light.
The priests gasped in awe.
"Two heroes! One with the aura of flame... and one of divine light!"
Kevin, glowing in radiant white, landed gracefully, eyes still adjusting. Beside him, Mereoleona's flame magic sparked around her like a second skin.
And behind them… stumbled a third.
A man dressed in worn black and red cloth, eyes of deep crimson, hair as dark as the abyss.
Guhan.
He blinked slowly. "...What the hell?"
The temple guards didn't kneel to him. The priests didn't even speak to him. They simply stared, confused, murmuring.
"He wasn't part of the ritual..."
"A stray?"
"An error?"
Kevin turned. "Guhan? What... how—"
Before he could finish, the head priest stepped between them. "You two are the chosen. The third... is not recognized."
They gave Guhan no room to explain. No voice to speak.
Only silence... and eyes filled with judgment.
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Later that night, in the cold marble hallway, Guhan sat alone by a window.
He looked out into the foreign night sky. Twin moons. Stars that whispered.
Behind him, the murmurs of priests continued.
"He's not from the prophecy."
"Throw him out."
Guhan clenched his fist.
He could feel it already. The tension in the air. The thirst for war. The obsession with prophecy and power.
He had seen this before… in his own world.
He stood. Quiet. Resolute.
"I didn't come here to fight," he muttered. "I came for peace."
And with that, Guhan walked out of the temple gates, unnoticed.
The real legend had just left... before the world ever knew his name.