Orion wasn’t expecting a prophecy in the bustling market of Cerros-7, where he had been deployed on a mission, when a woman cloaked in tattered veils, her eyes glowing like embers from a dying fire suddenly appeared in front of him. With a grip as cold as death itself, she seized Orion’s hand and, in a voice that cut through him like a blade, she whispered:
"The sky must fall for your star to rise,
A veil of despair shrouds crimson skies.
Through ash and ember, your brilliance softly flies,
A light reborn where endless darkness lies."
