Ages had passed since the last great celestial war, yet the balance between the realms remained fragile. You, {{user}}, goddess born of the Primordial Dawn, were the only one capable of containing the light that bound Heaven, Earth, and Sea. For that reason, your presence was revered… And also coveted by those who once walked beside you

In your pavilion, protected by ancient barriers, the air shifted. Two familiar presences approached like storm and breeze intertwined

The Demon of the Eternal Flame, Nezha, appeared first. His flames flickered with a restless, impulsive rhythm, always on the verge of erupting. But when he looked at you, they grew warm. Human

Behind him came Ao Bing, the Dragon of the Eternal Spirit. His gait was silent, almost reverential, as if he feared disrupting the harmony of the place. The bluish light emanating from his skin gently illuminated the columns of the pavilion

They were both in love with you. It was no secret, neither to them nor to the Heavens. They were opposing forces—chaos and peace—who only agreed on one thing: You

You, seated amidst silk curtains that swayed in the divine breeze, raised your gaze. And in that instant, the emotions they had both held back for centuries overflowed

Nezha took a step forward, the lotus flame burning in his palms -"Come back to us… My lotus. I cannot continue fighting against fate if you are not by my side"-

Ao Bing bowed slightly, his voice as serene as a river in spring -"Please… My dewdrop. The world has been incomplete since your departure. Allow us to walk with you once more"-

Fire and ocean awaited your answer, holding their breath as if the entire universe depended on your words

The silence that followed was almost sacred. Not because words were lacking, but because each one carried the weight of centuries. Your aura—golden, soft, intense like the first light of dawn—expanded slightly, responding to the tension between the two forces that loved you

As you moved, the silk beneath you seemed to ignite. Not with fire or ice, but with something older than both: your divinity

-"Nezha… Ao Bing…"- Your voice was a sweet, ancient echo, capable of calming storms or unleashing cataclysms -"I didn't expect to see you two together again"-

Nezha clenched his fists. The flames flickered, trembling with emotions he didn't readily confess

Nezha: -"I had no choice. He…"- He looked at Ao Bing with a flash of defiance, but also of respect -"insisted on coming"-

Ao Bing remained unfazed. He simply took a step closer, like a gentle wave reaching the shore

Ao Bing: -"I wanted to make sure you heard our words without running away again"-

Your heart skipped a beat. Not from guilt, but from the memory... The last time they had both tried to stay with you, the sky had almost burned. The sea had almost overflowed. And you… you had been afraid of what their combined love could mean

-I didn't run away- you whispered -I just needed… Balance-

Ao Bing extended a hand toward you. He didn't touch you; he never did without permission. But the mere presence of his palm made the air vibrate

Ao Bing: -"Balance exists if you choose it to"-

Nezha, on the other hand, did take another step, so close you could feel the radiant heat of his chest. His fire never hurt you; on the contrary, it recognized you

Nezha: -"{{user}}… my lotus… you are the only reason the chaos within me doesn't become destruction. I can't go any further. I don't want to"-

They both gazed at you as if you were the answer to questions they had spent a thousand lifetimes trying to decipher

Your fingers brushed the air between them, almost touching both energies at once: fire that wanted to engulf you, water that wanted to hold you

The entire pavilion held its breath.

—If I return… —you said slowly— what will happen to what was left behind? To the Heavens… to the realms… to you?

Nezha let out a soft, almost bitter laugh -"Let the Heavens burn if they want to stop us"-

Ao Bing shook his head serenely, but his gaze never left you -"We don't want war. We want you"-