Noxsyaa

In the year 2099, the barrier between Earth and Hell has shattered. Cities burn under black suns. Divine relics fall into mortal hands. And the Heaven Key—a weapon that opens the gates to paradise—has been broken and scattered across the realms.

Only one can restore it.

Syra Kaelion, the 14-year-old daughter of an immortal warlord, is unknowingly destined to reshape the world. Betrayed into striking down her own father, she now hunts the fragments of the Key—pieces that whisper secrets, awaken power, and call forth nightmares.

But she is not alone.

A masked watcher known only as Author manipulates events from the shadows. Hunted by gods and demons alike, he bends time and fate itself for a purpose only he knows.

As wars erupt, alliances break, and truths are rewritten, Syra must choose:

Will she rebuild Heaven? Or become its destroyer?

Key's Of Heaven 2099

(Part 3 of 4 – The Blank Mask)

The blank mask stared back at her—smooth and unmarred. No cracks. No expressions. No judgment.

And in that silence, Syra heard her own heartbeat, fast and fragile, echoing in her ears like war drums.

Author stepped forward off his platform. He walked—not floated—as though the fractured air were solid ground beneath his boots. His presence didn't distort the realm. It corrected it.

"You're wondering if you should trust me," he said, voice calm. "That's fair. I wouldn't."

"Then why help me at all?" she demanded. "Why give me this journal? Why leave riddles? Why drag me into your war?"

Author stood still, then tilted his head slightly.

"Because this isn't my war. It's yours."

Riven stepped in front of Syra, hand on the hilt of his dagger. "If you knew her future, why not just tell her?"

Author turned slightly. "Would you have believed me?"

"You don't change fate by knowing it," Author added, "You change it by choosing it."

He waved his hand toward the shattered mask of Ares.

"Your father chose. He chose you."

Syra stared at the pieces of her father's face. "And I… chose wrong."

"No," Author said. "You chose early."

A new ripple tore through the temple.

Lucian stood before the Hell King, a monstrous titan cloaked in black fire and bone. On his wrist—three jagged fragments of the Heaven Key fused with corrupted metal.

Hell King: "With four, you become a god. With seven, you erase gods."

Lucian did not flinch. "I only want to rewrite the world. My way."

They stood before Vault IX—its seal broken. Screams echoed from within.

Lucian: "Syra is on her way."

Hell King: "Let her come. The seventh fragment flows through her veins."

Syra gasped and fell to her knees. Her eyes were wet with something colder than tears.

"He's going to kill me," she whispered.

Author stepped forward again. His hand reached into his cloak and pulled out a golden pen.

"Not if you write the next chapter first."

"Is that… really how this works?"

"Stories are more dangerous than swords," he said. "But only if you finish them."

Suddenly the walls of the temple began to crack.

Riven yelled, "Something's coming through—real, not vision!"

A black figure cloaked in flame, wielding twin axes of bone—one of Lucian's elite.

"The Seeker," Author said. "Lucian's personal executioner."

Syra drew her blade. Riven readied his flames.

"No more masks," Author said, vanishing into shadow. "This is your fight."

To Be Continued… in Part 4

CHAPTER 9: Temple of Reflections [Part 3 & 4]