[A Few Months Ago]


    From the depths of a spatial rift, a young man emerged. His dark hair cascaded around his chiseled features, emphasizing his tall and handsome physique.


    With an air of confidence, he surveyed the deste, ruined world thaty before him.


    The remnants of buildings stood as hollowed skeletons, their structures crumbling and decaying under the weight of time. Jagged shards of ss and twisted metal littered the ground, remnants of a forgotten era.


    Yet, despite the destion surrounding him, the young man remained unfazed. His stoic face, etched with a sense of familiarity, betrayed no surprise at his sudden change in environment. As his piercing gaze swept across the destion, memories stirred within him, like ghosts from a bygone time.


    "Mmm, brings back memories," he muttered, his voice carrying an undertone of both nostalgia and resignation.


    There was a hint of mncholy in his tone, as if he were revisiting a ce he had left behind long ago. He had seen the ravages of destruction before, and perhaps this reminded him of those times.


    He took a step forward, his boots crunching on the debris underfoot. The wind howled through the broken windows, carrying with it a haunting melody. It whipped through his tousled hair, as if whispering secrets only the destion couldprehend.


    The young man''s eyes were keen, as if he possessed an inherent knowledge of this forsaken world. His surroundings, though supposedly alien, seemed to hold a thread of familiarity for him. He moved through the ruins with purpose, traversing the deste streets and shattered remnants of what once was.


    "The rest must have arrived in their respective worlds. I imagine they must be confused right now..."


    He raised his head to view the darkened sky, and for a moment, shut his eyes to think a little.


    "I wonder..."


    As he walked, his mind wove a tapestry of memories, intermingling with the stark reality of his present. Faces long gone shed before his eyes, moments frozen in time etched themselves into his consciousness. He allowed himself to be consumed by the memories, for they were all he had in this destion.


    Though the worldy in ruins, a spark ignited within the young man''s eyes. It was a spark of resilience, of unyielding determination. This deste wastnd was his stage, and he was ready to y his part.


    However...


    As the young man stood amidst the deste ruins, his gaze fixed upon the remnants of a forgotten world, a sudden disturbance in the darkened sky caught his attention.


    >WHUUUUUUSSSSHHHHH!!!<


    With an ethereal brilliance, a figure sharply descended, shrouded in a swirling vortex of blue and white energy. The luminescence cast an otherworldly glow upon the surroundings, illuminating the twisted remnants of the shattered realm.


    The figure that emerged from the vortex was a young boy, no older than thirteen.


    His slender frame was draped in a mage''s outfit, his long dark robe billowing around him as if caught in an invisible wind, and his white hair danced atop his head.


    The intensity in his eyes matched the power that radiated from his very being.


    The young boynded gracefully on the cracked pavement, his presencemanding attention. He red at the stranger who had arrived before him, his gaze a mix of curiosity and suspicion.


    "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice carrying a hint of authority that belied his youthful appearance.


    The young man''s face remained stoic, his dark hair rustling in the wind. He regarded the young boy with a knowing gaze, his eyes reflecting a depth of wisdom beyond his years.


    "You know who I am," he responded, his voice carrying an air of familiarity that echoed through the destion.


    As the two figures locked eyes, a silent understanding seemed to pass between them. They resonated on a level that defied exnation, their connection transcending the deste world around them.


    A subtle smile tugged at the corners of their lips, a shared recognition of a shared destiny.


    "Neron," the young boy uttered, his voice softening as he spoke his own name.


    The stranger, too, revealed a smile, as he whispered his own name in return.


    "Neron."


    The resonance of their voices intertwined, carrying a sense of belonging, of a connection forged by fate itself.<novelsnext></novelsnext>


    These two were one and the same. They were Neron.


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    "What happened in this world?" Neron Kaelid asked, his voiceced with an underlying urgency.


    Devastation stretched as far as the eyes could see, and there was no living entity in sight. Just a void of destruction and hollow vestiges of structures long forgotten.


    The younger Neron''s gaze fell to the ground for a moment, his expression clouded with a sense of regret. "This world... it was destroyed," he replied somberly, his voice barely above a whisper.


    "I couldn''t stop it. They were far beyond my abilities."


    The older young man''s brow furrowed, a glimmer of empathy shining in his eyes.


    "I''m sorry. It was the same for me as well. Fortunately, I was given a second chance." Perhaps those words could not be of muchfort to the child, but there was a solution that could work.


    "What if I told you that you have a chance to set things right? If you help me, I should be able to help you."


    Confusion flickered across the child''s face as he looked up at the older young man.


    "What are you doing in this reality? And why do you need my help?" He inquired, his voice tinged with both curiosity and skepticism.


    A sigh escaped Neron''s lips as he nced around at the deste ruins. "I was forcefully sent here, from my original reality," he exined.


    "I have to find a way back, but I can''t do it alone."


    The young boy''s eyes widened, realization dawning upon him. "So, our paths have crossed not by chance, but by destiny," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and uncertainty.


    "But can you really trust me with all of these words? And how can I trust you?"


    A smile yed on the older young man''s lips as he met his gaze with unwavering confidence.


    "Of course, I can trust you!" Neron Kaelid''s smile grew wider as his pitch-ck gaze stared deeper into the young man''s innocent eyes.


    "You''re a Neron, after all."


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    [A/N]


    We finally get to see Neron. What is on his mind? Who knows...


    Cutting back to Jared, Kuzon, and Aloe''s side of the story in the next chapter!


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