The sky split open like a wound in the fabric of reality, spilling golden light upon the earth. Elijah stood at the edge of the great precipice, his heart pounding as the wind roared around him. The air shimmered, thick with unseen forces, and he knew the moment had come.

For years, he had prepared for this ascension. He had studied the texts, meditated for countless hours, and purified his mind and body. The ancient ones had promised that those who were ready would hear the Call, and now it rang in his very bones—a deep, resonant hum that vibrated through his soul.

A shadow moved in the light. Not a darkness, but a presence, vast and knowing. It took no shape that the human mind could comprehend, yet he felt its regard, its understanding. The air thrummed with silent words.

Are you ready?

Elijah swallowed hard, every fiber of his being screaming both yes and no. He turned once, taking in the world he had known—the crumbling towers of the past, the distant echoes of a life that no longer belonged to him. There was no place for hesitation now.

He stepped forward.

The moment his foot left the ground, gravity ceased to claim him. The air carried him upward, and the golden light enveloped him. His body dissolved into something greater, something infinite. The burden of time, of flesh, of doubt melted away, and he understood.

He was not leaving. He was becoming.

And as the last remnants of the world faded below him, Elijah ascended into the great unknown.

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