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: Edge of the Withered Hollow – Makeshift Camp

Kael sat in silence beside a flickering blue flame, the third fragment hovering above his hand. It pulsed faintly — not with power, but memory. Something inside it called to him, a whisper lost in static.

Yanis sat nearby, her energy fluctuating wildly since her Soul Echo awakening. Aeyra kept watch, eyes sharp, senses stretched. No one trusted the night anymore.

Kael reached into the fragment again — deeper than before. He wasn't just trying to access it. He was trying to listen.

The glyphs within the fragment shifted in patterns unfamiliar to even him.

Suddenly, a burst of cold surged through his wrist, and the world twisted.

Kael's senses dropped into a corridor of fractal mirrors, each reflecting parts of his past — and some that weren't his at all.

Ahead, a figure cloaked in molten script waited.

Her voice was calm, echoing across the infinite glass.

> "You've come farther than I expected, bearer."

Kael recognized the voice before the face formed.

Her appearance was a paradox — ancient and young, fire and frost, steel and flesh.

> "You left something in this fragment," Kael said. "Why?"

> "Because someone needed to remember. The Seeds are not divine. They are forged. Like weapons. Like lies."

Images cascaded around him — glimpses of the first Seed ceremony, the Reclaimers that failed, the Breach before it fractured.

Then a sigil appeared — rotating slowly in the air. A seed inside a broken anvil, its meaning buried under centuries of misdirection.

> "This is the original Glyph of Origin," the Forgemother whispered. "Banned by Virel. Erased from every Archive."

> "Because you're not just Kael anymore," she said. "You're part of something older. And if you survive long enough to reach the Ashen Core, you'll understand."

Sweat ran down his back. His fingers burned.

> "You vanished for five minutes," Aeyra said.

He opened his palm. There, hovering, was the new glyph — forged from memory and flame.

Yanis stepped closer, eyes widening.

> "No," Kael said. "It's older. It's truth."

Location: Temple Ruins Near Hollow Depths

Using the glyph as a key, Kael unlocked a sealed Archive Node embedded in old stone.

A recorded voice spoke — barely functional, but clear.

> "Protocol Breach 0001. Seed Control corrupted. Project Reclaimer terminated. Origin threat: Virel."

Aeyra swallowed hard. "The Seeds were never meant to rule."

> "Then maybe it's time someone reclaimed the right to forge again."

Chapter 56: The Hidden Glyph