"So, will you go to Asgard now?" Elaria asked.

Taufik remained silent for a while, his eyes fixed on the sky. His thoughts wandered back to the last conversation he had with Odin.

After a moment, he finally shook his head. "No. I'll give the humans in this world one last gift before that"

"Last gift?" Thalia echoed, tilting her head. "... Aren't you being too kind to them? They're humans, yes, but they're not from your world, Fik. Is there any reason besides the fact you were once human?"

Taufik smiled faintly. "Humans are humans, Thalia, no matter which world they come from or who created them. To me, they're all the same, all equal. Some are cruel, yes, but others are kind. That's the beauty of humanity, its imperfection. It's what makes them human"

He paused for a heartbeat before continuing. "Yes, my only reason is that I was once human. Nothing more. I help them simply because of that… but beneath it, there's hope. Who knows, maybe in the future, one or two of those I've helped might repay it in ways I can't yet see. Call it… a long-term investment"

"I see," Thalia murmured, nodding thoughtfully. "... So, what is this last gift of yours?"

Taufik looked forward, his gaze distant.

"...A Savior"

The instant those words left his lips, the world around him froze.

Elaria, Thalia, everything, came to a halt. Even light itself ceased to move.

The air lost its color, the sky turned pale, and existence became nothing but a silent monochrome.

Taufik exhaled softly. He had invoked it again, the Authority of Rewrite.

A distorted voice echoed within his mind, like static crawling through reality itself.

[Welcome back, Architect]

It wasn't the System. It was the Authority itself greeting its wielder.

"... Let's see the laws of this world," Taufik whispered.

At his words, the scenery around him fragmented. Reality glitched, dissolving into cascading lines of code, numbers, formulas, and words, forming and collapsing around him.

The entire world became data.

Even Elaria and Thalia flickered as streams of luminous script.

But when Taufik's gaze lingered on Thalia, he raised an eyebrow. His guess had been right, there was something different about her soul. It was as if two souls of the same person, from different lives, had merged into one.

Still, Taufik didn't dwell on it for long.

The flow of Authority interrupted his thoughts as the world's laws began transmitting directly into his mind.

[Reality Script: Yggdrasil - Midgard loaded]

[Current Editor: Æsir]

[Law of the World: …]

Lines of red text unfolded before him like the strands of fate themselves.

The current Editor, the Creator of this world was Æsir. Understandable. After all, Midgard was born from the will of Odin and his brothers.

But Taufik's focus wasn't on that. His attention turned instead to the Law of the World.

It was written entirely in crimson. Rule upon rule, law upon law, most of them designed to limit humanity. It made sense. Midgard had long been severed from Yggdrasil's flow of Mana.

He skimmed through the endless lines of divine code, eyes narrowing.

There was no mention of Saviors. No clause, no prophecy, no allowance for human transcendence.

After a few moments of silent contemplation, he made his decision.

[What Law do you wish to rewrite this time, Architect?]

"No," Taufik said softly. "This time, I'm not rewriting. I'm adding"

The air rippled as he extended his hand, and the empty space before him filled with shimmering script.

He began to write.

# In each generation of humans, there shall be those born with a greater duty than most... Code: Harbinger.

[Architect, can you be more specific about the New Law, Code: Harbinger?]

"They are born Saviors," Taufik replied, his voice echoing through the frozen void. "A force... a beacon of power meant to hold back the encroaching dark"

His words became light, and his will took form.

"Each is attuned to a primal force:

The Harbinger of Fire, whose wrath can raze armies.

The Harbinger of Water, bearer of calm tides and devastating floods.

The Harbinger of Wind, untouchable and swift as the storm.

The Harbinger of Earth, whose strength rivals mountains.

The Harbinger of Thunder, crackling with divine fury.

The Harbinger of Frost, sovereign of eternal winter.

The Harbinger of Metal, a living fortress of steel and will.

The Harbinger of Flora, guardian of life and verdant decay.

The Harbinger of Aether, master of the unseen threads of existence.

And most revered of all... the Harbinger of Light"

He paused, then continued, his tone calm yet absolute.

"For their origin... adapt it to this world. Let them be shaped by its elements, its gods, its fate"

[Understood, Architect. Then what is their purpose?]

"Their purpose," Taufik said, lowering his hand, "their only purpose is to protect humanity from any threat. Even if that threat is the gods themselves"

[Is that all, Architect?]

"Yes," Taufik murmured. "Proceed"

The moment he spoke, the red text began to shift, rewriting itself in golden light.

Lines of divine code realigned, the fabric of reality trembling as a new law was born into existence.

Somewhere far below, across Midgard, a faint golden ripple spread across the skies.

---

The world trembled.

Lines of golden script spiraled through the void like rivers of light, weaving themselves into the foundations of Midgard's reality. The color returned, slowly, deliberately, as though the world itself was waking from a long, cold sleep.

[Processing New Law: Code - Harbinger]

[Synchronization with World-Soul: 72%...]

[Stabilizing Reality Layer...]

Taufik watched the process unfold in silence. Even for him, this level of rewriting felt monumental, a change that touched not just existence, but destiny itself.

Then, the world began to move again.

Color bled back into the sky, sound returned to the wind, and Elaria's voice resumed mid-breath, unaware that she had just existed in stasis.

But far below them, Midgard stirred.

---

- In the Northern Mountains

A child was born beneath a blood-red moon.

As the midwife cut the umbilical cord, the fire in the hearth flared, roaring like a dragon. The newborn did not cry, he exhaled smoke, and for an instant, his eyes glowed crimson.

The first Harbinger of Fire had drawn breath.

---

- By the Shores of the Western Sea

A fisherman's daughter knelt beside her dying father, praying to the sea for mercy.

The waves answered.

They rose, luminous and blue, and as her tears touched the water, her reflection shimmered, gills forming beneath her skin, water swirling gently around her.

The Harbinger of Water was chosen.

---

- Within the Great Plains

A storm swept through endless grasslands.

A wandering shepherd looked up, watching as lightning struck near his feet, and did not harm him.

The thunder echoed his heartbeat.

He raised his staff, and the wind bent to his will.

The Harbinger of Thunder had awakened.

---

- Deep Beneath the Forest Roots

In the ruins of an ancient shrine, a woman touched a seed glowing faintly in the dark soil.

Vines erupted, wrapping around her arms, blooming with white flowers even in the night.

The forest whispered her name.

The Harbinger of Flora opened her eyes.

---

- And in a Quiet Village at Dawn

A boy stood alone outside his home, staring at the sunrise.

As the light touched him, his shadow disappeared.

He smiled softly, unaware that from that moment onward, darkness itself would never harm him.

The Harbinger of Light had been born.

---

Taufik watched these scenes unfold like threads being woven into a single tapestry.

Thalia and Elaria both sensed it, the shift in the world, subtle yet profound.

The faint hum of new life, of destiny reshaped.

"What did you do, Fik?" Thalia asked, awe slipping into her tone.

Taufik exhaled, watching the golden light fade from his fingers.

"I gave them hope," he said quietly. "And the world... a chance to defend itself"

The golden script flickered one last time before dissolving into the air.

[New Law Established: The Harbingers]

[World Equilibrium: Adjusting…]

A ripple of light swept across the horizon, neither day nor night, but something in between.

And from that moment on, the fate of gods and men began to intertwine once more.

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Far above Midgard, within the golden spires of Asgard, the air trembled.

The Allfather's ravens shrieked as the wind itself fractured into spiraling motes of light.

From the roots of Yggdrasil, a pulse of golden energy surged upward, not destructive, but altering. It spread through every realm: from Niflheim's frost-choked void to the burning seas of Muspelheim.

Every god felt it.

In the Hall of Valaskjálf, where the stars could be seen from its silver dome, Odin stood motionless before the great mirror-pool that reflected the threads of fate.

The water rippled.

Not from any storm, but from a change.

"...Impossible," Odin murmured. His single eye narrowed, glowing faintly gold as he peered deeper into the pool. "Yggdrasil's flow... has changed"

He extended a hand, and the tapestry of existence unfolded before him, luminous strands forming the laws of Midgard, weaving endlessly across the reflection.

But among them, something new appeared.

A golden line.

Alive.

He leaned closer, his gaze sharp as a blade. "He could even do something like this...?"

His voice lowered, heavy with restrained fury. "The Forgotten One... what exactly are you?"

The golden thread pulsed once. Then again.

And with that pulse came visions, mortals being born, touched by elemental power; the flicker of divine fire in their souls; the whisper of something beyond godly control.

He saw the Harbingers.

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