The canyon shook—not with wrath.Not with rage.
But with a trembling joy.
🌫️ First, the Air Moves
It began with the wind.
Gentle at first. Then racing—
Not away… but toward.
As if even the air remembered who it belonged to.
It didn't swirl chaotically.
It ran—Like a child who sees their father on the road.
🌿 Then, the World Responds
The stone walls glowed with gold.The markings—the names of angels long lost—lit up like remembered stars.
Leaves turned.Dust spun upward.
The entire canyon bent toward something still unseen… but already felt.
Kael's knees buckled.Seren wept.Vaelrix stood frozen—arms open, like he was finally ready to be held.
And Alari…
She smiled.
"He's coming."
🕯️ Elarion Appears
Not in thunder.
Not in flame.
But in a light that pulsed with peace, presence, and power held back by mercy.
From the canyon's end, a glow unfolded—
Like the sunrise remembering what it's for.
Then...
He walked out.
A man. Humanoid. Radiant.
Middle-length hair, dark as holy shadow
Eyes like galaxies woven with love itself
A robe woven from dawnlight and silence
And an aura so overwhelming, the canyon trembled in adoration.
Not fear. Not worship. Just… longing fulfilled.
🌍 Everything Ran to Him
The wind.The dust.The light itself.
Even the memory of the place rushed to him—Like a son who forgot he was lost until his father opened his arms.
The Flamebearers could not move.
Not because they were frozen.
Because their souls were weeping in joy.
🕊️ Elarion Speaks
His voice did not shake the ground.
It healed it.
"You waited for me…Even when the sky was silent."
"You carried the light…Even when it burned."
"And you still believe…Even when I said nothing."
He knelt before them.
The God knelt.
"You are my voice now.My memory in motion.My heart with feet."
And he opened his arms.
They ran to him.
Seren. Kael. Vaelrix. Alari.
All of them.Like children finally home.
And the light wrapped around them like the beginning of the world all over again