From the Codex of Returning Flames, sealed beneath the Serpent Throne in the Temple of Zuwa.
An extension of the Prophecy of the Moonlit Child,
thirty years after the mortal dusk.
I. The Stirring of the Veils
In the thirtieth year of the Moonlit Child's mortal slumber,
the divine sky begins to crack - not with thunder, but memory.
The Veils of Etheron, long draped across the heavens, quiver like the breath of dying stars.
Mortal prophets awaken screaming, their tongues spilling silver dust.
The constellations themselves rearrange, forming the twin sigils of Zakia and Malachai, coiled together as one serpent consuming the moon.
Its lakes turn black with remembrance. Its gardens bloom ash.
And in the hollow between dusk and dawn - the Bridge Hour - a light descends, colder than fire, warmer than void.
It is Bramwell Zuwa, reborn.
II. The Reclamation of the Heavens
He rises through the Luminous Rift - barefoot; moon-marked, and blind with awakening.
His voice carries no sound, yet every divine ear turns toward him.
The Seraphic Thrones, long silent since the Age of Departure, begin to whisper once more.
They call him Eclipson, the One Who Divides Light from Itself.
Lady Zakia, now veiled in her seventh lunar form, greets him not as son,
but as reflection - for in him, she sees her own forgotten fall.
Lord Malachai descends from the Dark Sanctum,
his form a crown of serpents and smoke, his heart an unlit sun.
Their reunion births the Third Eclipse, a celestial wound seen across all realms.
Mortals who dream beneath it awaken unmarked -
their veins traced with silver, their souls trembling with inherited memory.
III. The War of the Watchers
In the divine citadels of Elyssar, the Watchers stir.
Once guardians of cosmic law, they now descend to reclaim dominion,
declaring the Moonlit Child an abomination - a creature of hybrid divinity and mortal heresy.
For seven nights, heaven burns.
The rivers of the gods run red with the ink of creation,
and the Moonlit Child walks among the ruins, his shadow separating into thirteen forms - each a mirror of his potential selves: king, ghost, serpent, child, storm.
These shadows become the Thirteen Heralds of the Veil,
his silent army of reflection and resolve.
IV. The Serpent Throne
On the eighth night, when even the stars have forgotten their names,
Bramwell Ethan Zuwa enters the Temple of Returning Flames.
There, beneath the golden ribs of the cosmos, he confronts the oldest throne - the Serpent Seat,
woven from the bones of time.
Upon touching it, the throne breathes.
Its surface ripples with living sigils - the same carved into Zakia's palm
the night she bore him beneath the lunar eclipse.
As he sits, the cosmos recoils, then settles.
Every realm, from mortal soil to divine ether, feels the pulse of a single heart - unified, unending.
He does not rule.
He remembers.
And in remembering, he binds the fractured worlds
with a whisper:
"Inheritance is not dominion. It is return".
V. The Dawn of the Serpent Age
From that whisper, a new age unfurls - The Serpent Age.
The divine and mortal realms merge like twin tides,
their boundaries dissolved into song and shadow.
The Watchers, defeated yet redeemed, the become The Silent Choir,
guardians of the bridge between light and loss.
The moon no longer wanes - it breathes.
The stars hum hymns older than time.
As Bramwell Zuwa, the Moonlit Child,
walks once more through the fields of both heaven and earth -
not as ruler, nor redeemer,
but as the Memory of the Two Who Loved the World Too Much.
The World of 'The Inheritance' Universe 
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