From Planets, to Galaxies and Dimensions, Universes, and even Realities, a powerful being stood at the apex of all existence—Yinuros, the one in control of everything, the God who oversaw the two existing realities.

Witnessing the tragic end of the Wheelers, Yinuros held the souls of the two brothers, Arthur and Georgie. Their essence hovered before the divine being, caught between the realms of life and death.

"Oh my, what a pitiful conclusion this one," Yinuros spoke with a voice that could shake the very fabric of space, addressing the newborn soul of Arthur, "never got to live, grow nor be nurtured; and you," they continued, turning their attention to Georgie's soul, "one who had such experiences but gave it all up to protect another."

“How fascinating, you even have an observator following you both around” Yinuros said with a hint of excitement. They suddenly turned their head and said 

“I can hear you…” 

“Why, i mean you of course”

as Yinuros looked into the abyss, it gazed upon me and pierced my soUL

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"Whoops, didn't mean to do that," Yinuros chuckled.

"Georgie, Arthur darling, wake up." The souls of the brothers began to take form, resembling their previous vessels as they both woke up.

Georgie opened his eyes, unsure of what appeared in front of him. Overwhelmed by the divine presence of Yinuros, he began to scream in agony, unable to comprehend the entity's true form. Recognizing Georgie's distress, Yinuros quickly reshaped themselves to appear as Georgie's mother, Candice.  As the situation calmed down, Yinuros got straight to the point.

“Georgie,” said Yinuros with a serious tone, “I’m planning on having you and baby Arthur reincarnate in Lucidia to a clan of Dark elves. Although your father is a human, he’s very strong. So, what do you think?”

“Yes Please! i'd love that” Georgie replied excitedly.

“Okay, but after you're rebon, you’ll need to do something for me.”

“Sure, but I also have a request.”

Yinuros grinned, pleased with the familiarity in Georgie's tone. “Okay then, Georgie. Oh, Arthur is ready to be born, by the way. So why don't I send him down while we discuss the terms of our contract?” They said with a smile. Yinuros then turned their head, snapped their fingers, and said, “Give us some privacy, please”.

In a realm of boundless grandeur, continents and territories unfurled like a magnificent tapestry, each boasting its distinct governance under the watchful eye of a sovereign monarch. Lucidia, a realm of resplendent landscapes and unbridled opportunities, cradled humanity and held in its heart the enigmatic Beastman Forrest, where ancient legends wove through the rustling leaves. 

In the realm of Steaminica, where steampunk marvels wove tales of ingenuity, exiled humans, elves, giants, and dwarfs found their refuge. Yet, beneath the dazzling facade of industrial wonders, shadows veiled dark secrets of slavery and human trafficking, weaving a web of intrigue. 

Through veils of perpetual mist and amidst the canopies of time-etched trees, Sylvandale lay as an enchanting sanctuary, where the ethereal melodies of elves and nymphs harmonized with the natural world, a symphony of unity.

Titandale, a land of majestic dwarfs and towering giants, stood renowned for its peerless weapon-smiths, whose craftsmanship ignited the imagination and beckoned traders and warriors from afar.

Beyond the borders of the four continent lands lay territories wrapped in enigma, isolated by their unique barriers.

Netheron, realm of demons, held an ominous connection to Steminica through a singular portal, a gateway to the realm of darkness and ancient malevolence.

Above, Aetheria soared, a celestial sanctuary cloaked in an impenetrable barrier, where angels and Dragon kin, their wings aglow with iridescent hues, found their celestial haven.

While beneath the glistening sea, Atlantica thrived as a haven for fishmen and mermaids, safeguarded by relentless currents and guarded by mysterious sea beasts, a realm of enchantment beyond the surface world.

Across this wondrous realm, each continent and territory was a realm of sovereigns, guiding their domains with wisdom and might, their influence reaching far and wide, weaving the tapestry of destinies and dreams.

But on this particular night, amidst the enchanting beauty of Lucidia, our focus turned to a small village on its outskirts—the Nozumo clan. Proud and strong, they were a clan of dark elves known for producing formidable warriors.

Within the heart of the Nozumo clan, a tale of destiny and rebirth was about to unfold, as Lady Kamai, the clan leader's wife, prepared to bring her third child into the world. Little did they know that this seemingly ordinary birth would echo through the realms, touching lives far beyond their own village, and becoming a beacon of hope in a world filled with wonder and peril. 

As the cries of the newborn soared through the village, the cheers of the villagers followed after. Baby Arthur had successfully been reborn, but what of Georgie?

Amongst the jubilant crowd, one person stood silently, his brow furrowed with concern—Hakbu Nozumo, the village elder and former chief, and also Lady Kamai's father. He noticed something amiss, an unsettling feeling tugging at the corners of his heart. As the celebration continued, Hakbu gestured to Amani, the current village chief, beckoning him to speak privately. They walked outside the bustling hut, the village noises fading into the background. 

With a firm expression, the elder began, 

"Amani, how long have you known me?"

"15 years now," Amani replied, puzzled by the sudden seriousness in Hakbu's tone.

"Right, and how many times have I been wrong about anything?" Hakbu questioned.

"Quite a few times actually, there's when we just met, there's—" Amani started to respond, half-jokingly.

"Be serious, boy. How many times have I been wrong in the 15 years you've known me?" Hakbu pressed.

"Three times," Amani replied, now understanding the gravity of the conversation.

"Exactly," Hakbu nodded, "Now, bear with me, for what i’m about to say may seem crazy.”

Armani’s face tightened, “Go on”

Hakbu continued “I fear there may be another soul residing within your newborn's body."

Amani's eyes widened with disbelief, "What?"