Chapter 55: Shadows of the Past

Jin's breath was steady, but the weight of the Founder's last words remained heavy on his mind. His body still ached from the battle, but his focus had shifted entirely.

A sister.

The revelation shook him to his core. For as long as he could remember, he had been alone, forged in battle, shaped by the Abyss, and devoid of any familial ties. And yet, if the Founder's dying words were true, then someone—his blood, his kin—was still alive.

He exhaled slowly, pushing himself up despite the lingering pain. Kaelros and Lysander watched him carefully.

"You're not fully healed yet," Kaelros warned.

"There's no time to rest," Jin said firmly. "We need to start searching for her."

Lysander sighed, rubbing his temples. "You just woke up from nearly dying, and your first thought is to charge headfirst into another battle? At least hear us out first."

Jin narrowed his eyes. "What do you know?"

Kaelros and Lysander exchanged glances before Lysander spoke. "While you were unconscious, the world didn't stop moving. The Founder's death has sent the Ranker Association into chaos. The High Council is shattered, factions are forming, and power-hungry warlords are rising. They all want to claim what the Founder left behind."

"And what exactly did he leave behind?" Jin asked.

Lysander's gaze darkened. "Secrets. Forbidden knowledge. Artifacts hidden in places only he knew of. But more importantly, the remnants of his experiments."

Jin's expression hardened. "Experiments?"

Kaelros nodded. "The Founder wasn't just ruling from the shadows. He was creating something—or someone. The Abyssal blood that runs through you… it's not unique."

Jin's pulse quickened. "You think my sister was part of his experiments?"

"We don't know," Lysander admitted. "But what we do know is that the Founder had a hidden research facility. It was wiped from every record we could find, but after his death, strange movements started happening near one of the old war zones. Mercenaries, rogue Rankers, and Celestial agents all converging on one place."

Jin clenched his fists. "Where?"

Kaelros unfolded a map, pointing to a region marked in deep red.

The Abyssal Wastes.

A forsaken land, one of the oldest battlefields from the ancient wars. Nothing was supposed to live there—only remnants of power and the echoes of the dead.

Jin stared at the map. If she was there, then she was in danger.

Lysander crossed his arms. "If we go there, we'll be walking straight into a warzone. Every major power will be watching, and we still don't know if this is even connected to your sister."

Jin's gaze was unwavering. "Then let them watch. I need to see for myself."

Kaelros smirked. "That's what I wanted to hear."

Lysander sighed. "Then we will move at next dawn."

Jin exhaled, his determination solidifying. The battle against the Founder had nearly killed him, but this—this was something different.

This wasn't just about power.

This was personal.

His sister was out there. And he would find her, no matter what it took.