Chapter 19 – The Labyrinth of Names

The air was thick with forgotten voices.

Erevan stood at the edge of a vast, spiraling corridor carved from obsidian and starlight. The walls shimmered faintly, etched with symbols that pulsed like slow heartbeats. They weren't just glyphs—they were names. Thousands upon thousands of names.

And every single one of them had died here.

He stepped forward, the soles of his boots scraping against a floor that felt alive, almost breathing. A whisper passed over his ear, brushing his skin like a memory.

"Do you still remember who you were, Erevan?"

He didn't flinch. Not anymore. The tower was relentless in testing one's sanity, in clawing away at what little humanity remained. But Erevan had moved past that. Whatever 'human' was… it wasn't him now.

Not after what he had seen.

Not after what he had done.

The System chimed softly in his mind, its voice more subdued here—as though even it dared not disturb the sanctity of this place.

> [You have entered: The Labyrinth of Names]

Warning: Soul Echoes Detected. Memory Intrusion Likely.

Remembrance +1

He froze.

Remembrance?

That hidden stat had only surfaced a few times—and always when the tower peeled back the veil of his past. Not the version of him that fought and adapted. Not the cosmic tyrant who crushed realms.

But the rebel. The one who once tried to burn the tower to the ground.

His hand instinctively went to the hilt of his blade, but he didn't draw it. There was no enemy here. Not one he could kill, anyway.

Just the truth. And perhaps, that was worse.

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He passed a mirrored wall and paused. His reflection didn't match his current self.

It was… younger. Scarred, but not yet hollowed. Eyes still burning with purpose rather than cold detachment. No cosmic nebulae danced across his skin—only dirt, blood, and defiance.

A memory flickered to life behind the glass.

A different tower. A younger Erevan, chained in its depths. Screaming at gods and systems alike. Demanding justice. Freedom. Purpose.

"You're not supposed to remember this yet."

The voice came from behind him.

He turned slowly. A girl—no, a woman—stood there. Pale hair, eyes like storm-lit glass, and a presence that defied logic. She wasn't part of the tower. She didn't belong to any level, any test.

And yet… her name was on the wall. Glowing.

Seris Vayra.

His jaw tightened. That name—it clawed at something deep, buried beneath layers of evolution and armor.

"You died," he said. Cold. Controlled.

She tilted her head. "Everyone here did."

He should have felt something. Grief. Guilt. Anger. But all he felt was that familiar, hollow ache. The one he'd buried under years of silence and strength.

"You shouldn't be here."

"Neither should you," she said gently, taking a step closer. "You made sure of that, remember? You broke the system once. Burned the gates. And they… rebuilt you."

He didn't answer. Couldn't.

Because she was right.

This wasn't just a test. It was a graveyard for truths the tower didn't want remembered. And Seris… Seris had been part of the first rebellion. His rebellion.

Back when he believed saving others was possible.

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"You're not here to climb," Seris whispered. "You never were. You're here to finish what you started."

The tower groaned. Walls shifted.

The names on the walls began to move, rearranging themselves. Blood dripped from certain glyphs. Others burned in silent protest. The entire corridor twisted, revealing dozens of branching paths—each marked with a single, glowing name.

And at the center: Erevan.

The name pulsed darkly.

> [Path of Self has been unlocked.]

Warning: Entering this path will trigger permanent memory synchronization.

System override possible.

Proceed?

He stared at it. For the first time in countless floors, uncertainty clawed at his chest.

Seris reached out, not to stop him, but to offer something gentler. A moment. A choice.

"You don't have to become the monster they turned you into," she whispered. "You can still choose why you climb."

He looked at her, eyes narrowing.

"I am the monster they made," Erevan said quietly. "But I'm the one they should've feared from the beginning."

He stepped forward.

And the path of self swallowed him whole.

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Far above the Labyrinth of Names, the tower shuddered. Something ancient stirred. And across the multiverse, systems began to flicker. As if something… or someone… was waking up.

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