After Aris's death, the celestial–crystalline universe began to collapse in silence.
Stars dimmed. Dimensions trembled. The flow of existence itself became unstable, as if the universe had lost its anchor. In the deepest layer of the infernal order, Saturn, the Lord of all devils, sensed the disturbance immediately.
Something was wrong.
For the first time in countless eras, Saturn left his throne.
But he was late.
Aris lay before him—her once radiant form shattered, her existence barely holding together. Her soul flickered like a dying star, suspended in front of Saturn, torn apart by betrayal and power beyond repair. She was alive… yet already crossing the boundary of death.
Saturn looked at her in silence.
Then he spoke.
"Tell me your final wish."
His voice was calm, but the universe listened.
"You will be reborn," Saturn continued. "In another universe. Another reality. You will have no memories of this place, no pain, no hatred."
Aris's soul trembled.
"No."
Her voice was weak, but her will was not.
"I don't want another universe," she begged. "I don't want to forget. Reborn me in the same universe. Let me remember everything. Let me take my revenge."
For the first time, Saturn hesitated.
Then he sighed.
"…Very well."
A deep vibration echoed through existence.
"Your wish is granted."
A blinding light erupted—so bright it erased shadows, so loud it silenced gods. Aris felt herself being torn apart, rewritten, compressed. Her soul screamed as reality folded around her.
And then—
Darkness.
When she opened her eyes, she was no longer there.
She was somewhere else.
A different place. A different dimension.
For a moment, Aris believed she had been betrayed again—this time by Saturn himself. The world felt unfamiliar, distorted, layered in unfamiliar laws.
But slowly, she realized the truth.
She was still in the same universe.
Just not the same dimension.
To return to the old dimension—the one where her death began—she would need power beyond imagination. Power enough to tear through realities.
Before her stood the path.
Seven islands.
Each one a world of its own.
Each one as vast as a universe.
Each one ruled by forces that devour gods.
Only by conquering all seven could she reclaim her past…
her memories…
and her true name.
Somewhere deep within her new form, Aris smiled.
The universe thought she was erased.
But she was only delayed.