The void did not feel empty anymore.
It watched.
The gathered immortals stood frozen, their breaths shallow, their eyes locked on the figure emerging from the spiral.
It was still unclear.
A shape without form.
A presence without identity.
And yet—
It felt familiar.
Not to the mind.
But to something deeper.
"You remember us," the voice said.
It was not spoken.
It echoed inside them.
"No…" the Ignish warrior stepped back, flames flickering weakly around him. "We would know if something like you existed."
A faint ripple passed through the figure.
Not anger.
Not amusement.
Something else.
"You knew."
The spiral behind it pulsed.
"And then you didn't."
The Cryomix warrior narrowed his eyes. "That makes no sense. Memory does not simply vanish."
The figure tilted—just slightly.
"Not vanish."
A pause.
"Removed."
Silence spread through the void.
Heavy.
Unsettling.
The Aqualis child clutched her arm, her voice trembling. "Why are we here…?"
The presence shifted toward her.
Gentler.
"To see."
The void trembled.
And then—
It changed.
The darkness cracked open into fragments of light.
Not bright.
Not pure.
But broken.
Scenes began to form.
A world before the war.
Before the clans.
Before division.
Immortals standing together.
Not separated by element.
Not divided by belief.
United.
"What is this…?" someone whispered.
"Truth."
The voice echoed again.
The scene moved.
The immortals in the vision were different.
Stronger.
Their power was not fire.
Not ice.
Not water.
It was something else.
A force that blended everything.
Unstable.
Uncontrolled.
"Watch carefully."
The vision darkened.
The same immortals now stood apart.
Feared.
Surrounded.
The five elemental forces gathered against them.
Fire.
Ice.
Water.
Shadow.
Soul.
"They were not like you," the voice continued.
"They were more."
The scene shifted again—
Battle.
Not like the current war.
This was worse.
The ground shattered.
The sky broke.
Reality itself twisted.
The unknown immortals did not fight like others.
They did not clash.
They erased.
Entire forms vanished.
Not destroyed.
Not killed.
Gone.
The gathered immortals in the void staggered.
Their minds struggled to hold what they were seeing.
"This is impossible…" the Cryomix warrior whispered.
"No," the voice replied.
"This… is why."
The vision reached its peak.
All five forces stood together.
Not as clans.
But as one.
Against the unknown.
A massive spiral formed in the sky.
Far larger than the one before them now.
It descended.
Not as a weapon.
But as a seal.
The unknown immortals were pulled toward it.
One by one.
Resisting.
Fighting.
Screaming—
Then—
Silence.
The spiral closed.
And with it—
They were gone.
The vision shattered.
The void returned.
The gathered immortals gasped, falling to their knees.
"What… were they?" the Ignish warrior asked, his voice unsteady.
The figure stood still.
Then spoke.
"We were not a clan."
A pause.
"We were existence… unbound."
The spiral behind it pulsed again.
Stronger.
"They feared what we could become."
The Cryomix warrior clenched his fists. "So they erased you?"
Another pause.
Longer this time.
Then—
"They erased the memory of us."
Silence fell once more.
Not confusion.
Not disbelief.
Understanding.
Far away, within the Soulhalls, the eldest elder staggered.
His eyes widened.
"No…" he whispered.
The others turned toward him.
"What is it?"
His voice trembled—something that had never happened before.
"The missing record…"
He looked up slowly.
"It wasn't destroyed."
"It was removed."
Back in the void—
The figure took a step forward.
Closer.
Clearer.
"You were not meant to find us."
Its presence grew heavier.
Stronger.
"But now…"
The spiral expanded once more.
"…you have been chosen."
Across the world, the marks burned brighter.
The connection deepened.
And deep beneath the earth—
The sealed past…
Began to remember itself.
The forgotten…
Were no longer silent.