A millennia later, the scene is drastically different. The once-sacred temple has decayed into ruins, now nothing more than a crumbling relic of a bygone age. The air is thick with dust and desolation, the world around the Traveler silent and scarred by time. The ancient pillar, now shattered and half-buried in the rubble, remains a symbol of lost grandeur. Faint traces of divine power still flicker from its cracks, a ghost of the strength it once held. The Traveler stands alone, his form a striking contrast to the desolation around him. His body is humanoid, but cybernetic enhancements mark his frame, with a mechanical arm that extends from his shoulder in sleek, industrial fashion. His carmin red hair flows freely, disheveled by the winds of time. His eyes—glowing bright and unnatural—reflect the weariness of a world long lost, yet still containing unshaken resolve. He stands in front of the pillar, his posture strong, yet burdened by the weight of time. The armored suit of the past, now a mere echo of former glory, fits him as if a second skin—worn, yet still functional. The Traveler’s eyes flicker with a sense of remembrance, as he repeats the words of his past self: "Yes, Father. He is in this pillar." The declaration is one of quiet defiance and melancholy—he stands alone in a world gone silent. Across from him, a ghostly figure of Hiranyakashipu looms. His once mighty presence is now faded and spectral, an echo of rage that refuses to die. The weapon he raises is rusted and decayed, but it still pulses with dark energy as if fighting against the ravages of time. The Traveler’s mechanical arm glows faintly in response, hinting at the divine power that still lingers in the air. The pillar’s ruins crack and pulse with a weak, divine glow—a distant reminder of the epic power that once existed within it. Energy fluctuates through the ruins, and the atmosphere is thick with the sense that the world is holding its breath. The Traveler is the last remnant of the fearsome warrior who once stood tall against the forces of darkness, but now, isolated in a fallen world, he can only bear witness to the shattered past. In the background, the world is ravaged: fallen temples, collapsed ruins, and cracked stone are scattered in all directions. Faint whispers of the past are carried through the air, as if the remnants of an ancient battle between light and darkness continue to echo through time. The Traveler’s glowing eyes flicker with the knowledge that this final confrontation—this ultimate struggle between good and evil—was once, and yet still is, the destiny of the gods.