Rarus

Kael was just a man. A former soldier, shaped by decades of battles, bad habits, and unspoken regrets. His story ended in 2020 — or so he thought.

But death was only the beginning.

Awakening in the Valley of the Forgotten, Kael is approached by Otrho, a being from an ancient organization known as LIGA. He is offered a second life — not as a man, but as an Epochwalker.

Now reborn in 3473 B.C., in a parallel version of Earth near what would become Brussels, Kael explores a primal world and uncovers his purpose. From within the secretive Base Comandos, invisible to the eyes of mortals, he receives missions that ripple through history itself.

With access to powerful tools and timeless knowledge, Kael must walk between ages, opening portals, restoring balance, and facing forces that thrive in shadows.

He is not just surviving. He is reshaping humanity’s fate.

Epochwalker

But constant, like the tide brushing against stone.

On the morning of the eighth day, something shifted within the Command Base.

Dust — invisible until then — began to subtly gather in corners, crevices, beneath doors.

— This... isn't natural, — she said.

He knew that the artifact wasn't just calling him anymore — it was now calling all who had jumped with him.

At the end of the main corridor, a new opening appeared.

A door that hadn't existed before, carved from raw stone, etched with symbols that the base's automatons couldn't register.

It was as if the door was invisible to mechanical eyes.

— It is, — Kael said, without smiling. — But sometimes the only way is through.

Inside the new passage, the heat grew heavier.

The ceiling seemed to press down with every step, and the air smelled of forgetfulness — of something that no longer belonged to any time.

The torches along the walls extinguished themselves.

Only the sand beneath their feet glowed faintly.

At the end, they found a second chamber.

At its center, a stone obelisk, ancient, covered in inscriptions.

Upon it, a golden hand, palm open, as if offering something unseen.

And on the ground, in letters that pulsed like heartbeats, the inscription read:

> "He who walks the sands carries both the forgotten and the promise."

He could feel the sound echoing inside his blood.

The artifact in its containment pulsed in sync.

Can you feel the sands creeping through the corridors? Strengthen the shield with Power Stones!

The Stone advances. The Mist senses. The Sand whispers what was forgotten.

Chapter 76 – The Call of the Sand