The fate of the world now rested on the shoulders of seven individuals—the strongest humanity had ever produced. The best of the best. The Seven Star Heroes.
The meeting was held at the Accord's global headquarters in Switzerland. Each hero arrived flanked by their second-in-command. Luxarion. Dimitri. Soren. Kaelen. Colton. Zuberi. Hakan.
And then—Ren Tainlong.
His arrival sent a ripple through the chamber. No one had expected him to come. For years, he had operated from the shadows, silent and distant. Some believed he had abandoned the cause entirely. Yet here he was—whether drawn by duty, destiny, or the influence of one man: Hakan Raihan.
The conference hall was silent, cold, its walls humming faintly with protective wards and tech overlays. The air was tense—thick with old battles and unspoken grudges.
Luxarion's eyes locked with Hakan's. Across the room, Dimitri's gaze burned into Ren. They remembered too well what had happened under Seraphina's control—how Hakan and Ren had brought them to their knees.
And yet, now they sat at the same table, on the same side.
For now.
Zuberi was the first to break the silence, his voice deep but warm.
"Well," he said, glancing between Hakan, Ren, and Soren, "before we dive into politics and prophecies, I want to say this—what you three did during the War… that was legendary."
Colton nodded beside him, arms crossed, the edges of a grin tugging at his lips.
"No joke. You carried humanity when the rest of us were still scrambling. Respect, all three of you."
Soren gave a slight nod, arms folded as always, while Ren simply offered a small, almost imperceptible smile. Hakan remained quiet, taking it in with a calm that made it seem like praise had no weight on him—yet his eyes flickered with thanks.
"Don't get too comfortable," a voice cut in smoothly.
Luxarion stepped forward, his silver cloak flowing behind him like smoke, his golden eyes locked on Hakan.
"You beat me," he said flatly. "But let's be clear—it wasn't me you fought. Not fully."
The room quieted again.
"I was corrupted. My will compromised. I couldn't even access half my core sanctum, let alone call down 100% of my light ," Luxarion said, stepping closer.
"I know," Hakan said simply.
"And I want you to know—next time," Luxarion's voice dropped, sharp as a blade, "if there is a next time... it won't end the same."
Hakan didn't blink. "I hope not. I didn't enjoy watching a legend fight with someone else's shadow."
For a moment, the tension held—but there was no hatred. Just weight. History. Understanding between giants.
Luxarion gave a small nod. "Good."
Ren exhaled, finally stepping forward, his arms behind his back. "Are we done comparing scars, or can we talk about the end of the world now?"
Zuberi chuckled under his breath.
"Same Ren. Always allergic to emotion."
"I think it's time we talk about why we're here," Hakan said as he stepped forward, placing his hand firmly on the table.
"Well then, you start," Dimitri replied coldly, locking eyes with him.
Kaelen nodded. "You control dragons now. You've seen more than any of us. So talk."
Hakan exhaled. "Fine."
He looked around the room.
"When I fought Xyvarion in my home country, I realized the towers and the monsters weren't the full picture. They're symptoms, not the cause. Xyvarion showed me something more. He took me to a place ."
He paused.
"Drakareth. The Realm of Dragons."
Luxarion's eyes widened slightly, his usual calm shaken for a brief moment.
"The Realm of Dragons... it actually exists?"
Soren leaned forward, brows furrowed. "If that's true… then the elves who helped us—they're from a realm too?"
"Exactly," Hakan confirmed. "They came from Eldorwyn, the Realm of Elves."
Zuberi narrowed his eyes. "Then how many realms are there?"
Before Hakan could answer, he called out—
"Rhalvion!"
In a pulse of golden light, Rhalvion appeared in his humanoid form, tall, regal, and glowing with ethereal energy. He stepped forward and knelt before Hakan on the table, head bowed.
"My liege," he said, his voice smooth and echoing.
The room froze. All eyes locked on the radiant being—half-dragon, half-man, radiating power that made even seasoned warriors tense.
"What the hell…" Zuberi muttered, stunned. Colton leaned back instinctively, hand drifting near his weapon.
Even Dimitri looked shaken. "Is that… a dragon?"
"A Highborn," Hakan said. "One of the oldest of their kind."
"Impossible," Kaelen whispered.
"Rhalvion," Hakan said, stepping aside, "tell them what you told me. About the realms."
"Yes, my Lord."
Rhalvion raised one hand. A radiant image bloomed above the table—seven massive spheres, each marked with unique glyphs and glowing with different colors, arranged in a circular orbit around a burning central core.
"These," Rhalvion said, "are the Seven Realms."
His voice filled the chamber.
"The Seven Realms are the only places in the entire Hyperverse where life still exists," Rhalvion continued, his voice echoing through the chamber.
"Hyperverse?" Ren asked, eyebrows raised.
"Yes," Rhalvion nodded. "Universes form Multiverses. Countless Multiverses form a Superverse. And beyond that—billions of Superverses form a single Hyperverse."
He paused, letting the scale settle in.
"The Hyperverse," he said, "is just a fraction smaller than the Ever-Singular Omniverse. Compared to it, even a universe is no more significant than a single star."
The room froze. No one spoke. Even the most hardened warriors struggled to grasp what they had just heard.
Ren, usually unreadable, looked genuinely shaken. "How can something that vast even exist…"
"Just short of the Omniverse?" Kaelen muttered, stunned. "So... there's something beyond even that?"
"Yes," Rhalvion replied. "The Omniverse contains all Hyperverses. But—" he looked down, solemn now, "—this is the last one. The only Hyperverse still standing."
"What happened to the others?" Dimitri asked, voice low, eyes locked on him.
Rhalvion hesitated. "I cannot say for certain. Perhaps they destroyed themselves. Perhaps... time erased them. But this Hyperverse now is the Omniverse, by survival alone."
The room was still. No one could find the words.
It was Kaelen who brought them back.
"The realms," he said. "You said there are seven?"
Rhalvion nodded and raised his hand again. The floating image above the table glowed brighter, each sphere pulsing with distinct energy.
"Yes. Seven Realms remain—each bound to one of the core races of the Hyperverse."
He began pointing them out one by one.
"Drakareth — Realm of Dragons.
Anerion — Realm of Humans.
Eldorwyn — Realm of Elves."
He paused, glancing at the group.
"These you already know. The others are more... distant."
He continued:
"Valharest — Realm of the Valkyries.
Jotunheim — Realm of the Giants.
Luxaria — Realm of the Celestials.
And Umbralis — the Realm of Shadows."
The image pulsed—seven realms orbiting a dying core.
The chamber fell into total silence.
Everything they had once considered legend—elves, dragons, giants, celestials—was real. And they weren't just stories. They were civilizations. Realms. Powers that had lived separately from humanity... until now.
"Now the question is… what do we do?" Hakan finally said, breaking the silence. "So far, the only realm that's stepped forward for diplomacy is Eldorwyn."
Colton spoke up for the first time. "What's your move?"
"I have a plan," Hakan replied.
"Then let's hear it," Luxarion said, arms crossed.
"We move forward with diplomacy," Hakan stated. "We accept the alliance with the elves. We share resources. Establish channels. Exchange diplomats."
"So in short," Zuberi said, "we send some of ours there… and they send some of theirs here."
"Exactly," Hakan nodded. He turned toward Ren. "You had a direct confrontation with the Elven King. You should return as Earth's emissary—to represent us, warrior to warrior."
Ren gave a slight nod, but said nothing.
"As for who we send here as our official diplomat…" Hakan trailed off, visibly thinking.
Luxarion tilted his head. "Who do you have in mind?"
"It has to be someone the people trust," Hakan said. "Someone powerful. Respected by humans… and feared by elves."
He paused, letting that sink in.
"It can't be Luxarion or Dimitri," he continued, "not yet. You were both corrupted under Seraphina's influence. The people saw it. Even if it wasn't your fault, public trust is shaky."
"Tch..." Luxarion and Dimitri scoffed at the same time, clearly irritated.
"We can still fight," Luxarion snapped. "And I can still take you on, Hakan. I wasn't even close to full power when we fought."
"I don't doubt that," Hakan replied evenly. "But the question isn't about power—it's about trust. Would the people follow you right now? Would the elves see you as anything but a weapon barely back in control?"
That hit harder than anything else. Luxarion didn't respond.
"If we're going by raw strength, we might as well send Ren," Kaelen said. "His Absolute Dominion is devastating."
"Exactly," Colton cut in, nodding. "But that's why there's really only one person who fits."
All eyes slowly turned.
To Soren.
Still wrapped in bandages from his battle with Aurelian, sitting in silence until now—he suddenly looked up, caught off guard.
"…Wait. What?" Soren said, stunned.
"From what I heard," Hakan began, his voice steady, "the elves spoke of Aurelian as one of their greatest warriors… until he went rogue."
The name Aurelian settled like a chill in the room.
Zuberi leaned forward slightly. "And Soren was the one who brought him down."
Soren, still wrapped in bandages from the brutal encounter, said nothing. He sat calmly, his gaze lowered, but the room could feel the weight he carried.
"That wasn't just a win," Ren added, arms crossed. "That shook them. The elves don't just respect you now, Soren. They fear you."
Dimitri gave a slow nod, speaking with rare clarity. "A man loved by his people and feared by the elves… that's exactly what we need to make sure they don't backstab us when we're not looking."
Hakan turned his eyes toward his brother. "Exactly."
Luxarion, standing quietly until now, stepped forward and fixed his gaze on Hakan. "Then what about you?"
The room quieted again.
"What are you going to do, Hakan?"
All eyes shifted.
Hakan didn't move at first. He sat still, fingers folded, eyes unreadable.
"There's something I have to do," he said softly.
Ren narrowed his eyes. "Like what?"
"Traverse the realms," Hakan said. "And find the answers none of us have."
Silence stretched, heavy and long.
"…What do you mean?" Soren asked, finally lifting his eyes to meet his brother's.
"The other realms… they stayed hidden from humans. But not from dragons. The dragons knew. They remembered. And now that I lead Drakareth, it's my duty to figure out why."
Hakan looked at each of them. "Something has been moving across realms—ancient, subtle, and dangerous. I intend to find out what's really going on."
Dimitri stood, nodding once. "Then the plan is this."
He looked around at the gathered heroes.
"Ren will receive the Elven King and his council here on Earth. Soren will travel to Eldorwyn as our official diplomat."
He turned back to Hakan. "And you'll begin your journey—realm to realm. Digging up whatever truth the others buried."
Then Luxarion stood, his tone sharp. "And what about the rest of us?"
He gestured to the others in the room. "Me. Dimitri. Zuberi. Kaelen. Colton. We're not staying on the sidelines."
"You're not," Hakan replied. "You're the guardians of Earth while the rest of us are away."
His tone became firmer.
"We don't know when or how another break will happen. Another Seraphina. Or worse. While we're gone, you five are the final line."
Luxarion didn't look pleased.
He stepped closer to Hakan, eyes hard. "Then promise me this—when you come back… we finish what we started."
Hakan gave him a faint smile. "Fine by me. Just make sure the world's still standing."
Luxarion scoffed and turned, walking out. The others began to follow—one by one—until only two remained.
Hakan.
And Soren.
The brothers sat there in silence.
One preparing to cross realms in search of buried truths.
The other, already carrying the scars of a battle that changed the course of diplomacy.
Blood and bond. Alone in the room. United by fate.