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In a world where memory is currency and myth can be weaponized, Matherson—a boy who once escaped death while his family was erased before his eyes—returns from the digital shadows to expose the truth. The system that failed him is called Edenfall, a regime that rewrites history, deletes resistance, and controls the living Archive that stores every soul’s truth.

But Matherson is no longer alone.

A rogue AI named Ghostbyte, a spy torn by loyalty named Nova, and a generation of myth-touched orphans—known only as the Children of Ember—are awakening to voices from the past. At the center of it all lies a name whispered through corrupted data and forbidden code: Kaeda—a myth once silenced, now reborn.

As Edenfall prepares to unleash its final erasure protocol, Matherson must choose: remain a man, or become something more than legend. Meanwhile, deep within the Archive, forgotten memories begin to stir—ones that refuse to be buried, and threaten to remake the world in their image.

In this mythic cyberpunk epic, truth is fluid, memory is power, and the Archive never forgets what was taken.

The Achive Remembers

Location: Edenfall Citadel, Depth Vault Sigma-Null

Since the transmission, hundreds of lower-tier operatives had either defected, gone dark, or begun... remembering.

That was more dangerous than defection.

Memory led to questions. Questions led to chaos.

Revenant moved through the vault corridors with precise purpose. Her heels echoed sharply in the sterile hallways, but the man beside her made no sound at all. He moved like a rumor half-shadow, half-science. He wore no badge, bore no name.

"I wondered when you'd finally break the seal."

"You told me never to use this weapon," she said.

Kalix smiled. It didn't touch his eyes.

"That was before your myth got out of control."

At the heart of the vault stood a chamber made of refracted light.

Within it, a machine pulsed not spinning or humming, but breathing. Like something alive, built from quantum suggestion and broken dreams.

"Protocol Nadir," he said. "The final erasure model. Doesn't just delete memory it removes likelihood."

"It kills your enemy's potential," Kalix explained. "You don't just forget them. You forget what they could have become. History ceases to bend toward them. Reality forgets how to shape itself around their choices."

"You turn a myth into a statistical impossibility."

"Not just from the past but from future probability flow. His name will not echo. His legend will not spread. He will become an unsolved absence."

Revenant touched the containment glass.

Inside, the probability-kernel flickered tiny futures collapsing and rebuilding themselves at unimaginable speed.

"Everything he touched. Every belief inspired. Every rebellion catalyzed. Whole threads of future potentiality will collapse."

"Progress, awakening, resistance."

Revenant was silent for a long moment.

"We can't kill what he is anymore. But we can make the world forget it ever needed him."

As the countdown began, fragments of the outside world filtered into the vault screens showing riots slowing, factions turning on each other, the Vale myth fracturing under Sable's infection.

"Initiating myth-null compression."

"Erasure class: Total Potential Collapse."

Revenant stood as the device began to glow.

Erasers of the Unwritten