I_am_RK

In a future where reality is stitched together by unstable dimensions and ancient codes, Kael Riven is a broken warrior haunted by a past he can't remember—and a future he fears. Branded as a failed Reclaimer, Kael is assigned to purify corrupted Gate fragments left behind by dead kings and forgotten gods. But when a mission goes wrong, he awakens a power long sealed beneath his skin: the Seed—a sentient, living force tied to humanity’s original fall.

As Kael collects fragments of the Seed, his strength grows—and so does the voice in his mind. It belongs to a mysterious girl in red, a ghost who claims to be more than just memory. Each fragment awakens visions of a life he never lived: a throne, a war, and the truth that he may not be a man at all… but the very King who shattered the world long ago.

When the forbidden Gate XIII begins to stir from within him, Kael must travel beyond known space to confront his past self—while resisting the pull of a throne that remembers everything he tried to forget.

Teamed with Yanis Drae, a sharp-tongued warrior with secrets of her own, Kael must navigate collapsing realms, corrupted Seedborn, and the emergence of factions who believe Kael's return means the end of all timelines.

But the greatest enemy lies inside.

Because Kael didn't just carry the Seed…

He created it.

Ascension Protocol: The Last Reclaimer

Location: Relic Chamber – Sanctuary of the Breach

The candles had been burning for twelve hours straight.

Each flame danced in sync with the glyphs drawn on the stone floor, twisting and shimmering like they were alive — or hungry.

At the center of the formation stood Aeyra, arms bare, veins glowing with unstable mana.

Before her floated a half-shattered relic — the Breath of Veynar, forged in the era of the First Echoes.

It was outlawed by the old Circle for one reason:

> It could pull back a soul fragment that refused to return… even if it had already fused with something else.

Beside her: Kael, cloaked in a silence he hadn't worn since the Skyfall War.

He had felt Yanis' presence… briefly. A flicker. A spark.

> "You're sure this relic won't kill her?" he asked, voice taut.

> "No," Aeyra admitted. "I'm not sure of anything anymore."

> "But if I don't do this now, the Ghost Queen will suppress her again. Yanis is trying to fight from inside."

She sliced her palm, letting her blood mix with the rune-lines.

Yanis floated in a storm of her own fractured essence.

The emotional core she reclaimed had stabilized, but it was being hunted.

Threads of black logic — the Ghost Queen's psychic surveillance — snapped around her like vipers.

A red light slicing through the void like a beacon.

She reached for it. Her fingers brushed the edge — and it burned.

Aeyra's voice echoed, distant but fierce:

> "Don't fade, Yanis. I'm anchoring you. Come back, dammit."

Something was pushing back — hard.

Kael stepped in, holding her upright.

> "You're the tether," she gasped. "Then become it."

Kael placed his hand on the relic — and called her name.

Chains melted. Logic vipers screamed as the beacon grew.

> "I remember you," she whispered.

Yanis screamed — not in fear, but in declaration.

A soul tore from the Ghost Queen's prison — splintered, imperfect, but hers.

The relic, cracked beyond repair, disintegrated.

But in its place, lying unconscious on the chamber floor, was Yanis.

Her body flickered between spirit and flesh.

But her eyes — when they opened briefly — were real.

Chapter 54: Binding Flame