Chapter 61 – Eclipse of Destiny

The battlefield had quieted, but the silence was heavier than any roar. The aftermath of the clash lingered in the air—ashen skies, trembling earth, and the scent of burned fate itself.

Arata stood at the heart of the ruin, his body scarred but his eyes burning brighter than ever. For the first time, the whispers of the world seemed to bend toward him, not against him. The chains of fate that once mocked his existence were thinning, fraying… ready to snap.

Yet from beyond the veil, an unseen hand stirred. A will greater than kings, darker than gods, pressed its shadow against the horizon. The eclipse began—not of the sun, but of destiny itself.

The world watched in silence, as though it already knew: this was the turning point.

And in that eclipse, the boy who should not exist took one step closer to rewriting the meaning of existence.