There was no door.
Just a ripple in space.
Like memory held in a mirror too long.
I stepped through.
And found nothing.
Blackness.
Silence.
Cold, not of temperature—of absence.
Until the floor lit up beneath me.
Carved lines of red spiraled out into infinity.
And I heard it:
A hum.
A voice made of machines.
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> [Zone: ECHO_ENGINE – Pre-System Artifact]
> Classification: Forbidden Construct
Purpose: Narrative Storage and Sin Amplification
Status: Active
Threat Level: BEYOND SYSTEM AUTHORITY
Directive: Identify the author of your own corruption
Soul Integrity: 33%
---
The floor opened.
And I fell into light.
Not warm.
Not divine.
A spotlight—blinding, surgical, isolating.
And I stood in a circular room surrounded by screens.
Each one showed a different moment in my life.
Elias.
Maria.
Rhys.
Thorne.
Me.
Bleeding.
Killing.
Begging.
---
Then the voice came.
> "WHO WROTE YOUR SIN?"
Not loud.
Not angry.
But final.
Mechanical.
Curious.
Hungry.
---
> [Echo Engine has initiated the AUTHORSHIP SEQUENCE]
You must identify the origin of your story's corruption
Choose:
A) The System
B) The World
C) Yourself
D) Someone Else
---
I hesitated.
Then spoke:
"Myself."
The screens went black.
Then showed one scene—
Me.
Twelve years old.
Holding a weapon.
Breathing heavy.
Looking down at someone crying.
---
A child I didn't remember.
A face I didn't want to.
---
> [CONFIRMATION ACCEPTED]
You authored your sin.
But you did not write the pages alone.
The pen was shared.
---
Suddenly, the screens began to flip through other hands—
The System.
Who trained me to kill.
Who ranked my worth in missions completed.
The World.
Who sent us into hell without names or funerals.
The Survivors.
Who begged me to be something I wasn't strong enough to be.
Maria.
Who taught me to lie, because truth killed slower.
Elias.
Who died so I wouldn't have to.
---
The voice spoke again.
> "THEN WHO DESERVES THE ENDING?"
---
I stepped forward.
Heart pounding.
And said:
"Not me. But I'll carry it anyway."
---
The floor cracked.
The lights burned.
And from the center of the room, the Echo Engine rose.
Not a machine.
A heart.
Beating.
Made of screens, bones, broken tokens, and pulsing regret.
It spoke one last time:
> "YOU ARE NOW A STORY THAT WRITES ITSELF."
---
> [Judgment Complete – Echo Engine Stabilized]
> Thread Fragment Eight Acquired
Final Trait Gained: "Living Narrative" – Kai can now resist all external control, including system rewriting, false memories, or story loops.
Soul Integrity: -3%
Remaining: 30%
---
The zone dissolved.
Helllock faded.
And for the first time since Chapter 1—
The system voice returned.
> "Welcome back, Kai Ravenhall."
"We are ready for Phase Two."
"The Forgiven Seven were your trial. But the Forgotten Legion… will be war."
---
> [ARC COMPLETE: HELLLOCK – ROOTS OF WRATH]
New Arc Unlocked:
"The Forgotten Legion" – Where deleted users rise with stolen powers, and Kai must decide if redemption… or extinction… awaits them.