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

Not into rest, but into a memory not his own.

It began in a throne room of shattered light, fractured banners rippling in slow-motion. A figure knelt before a throne made of bones and hexagonal crystal.

> "Forgive me, Virel… I failed them all."

Kael watched from a strange vantage — like his soul hovered inside the man's collapsing body.

> "Initiating Sequence: Reclaimer-311-A. Transfer Memory Chain."

A wave of burning guilt hit Kael's chest.

The Reclaimer's name was Daelin. And he had failed the very mission Kael now carried.

Inside the Memory — 14,000 Cycles Ago

Daelin sprinted through a collapsing citadel of glass, clutching a fragment shaped like a twisted hourglass. His companion — a hooded woman with half-metal limbs — screamed, "It's corrupted! Drop it!"

> "No! This fragment knows how to stop the King! I won't let it fade!"

Kael felt Daelin's emotions as his own — obsession, pride… and a terrible emptiness.

The scene changed — now Daelin stood before a seared village. Children turned to ash, not because of the King… but because Daelin misused the Seed to open a gate too early.

Yanis was there — younger, frightened, and scarred.

> "You were supposed to protect us!"

Daelin couldn't speak. His tongue had been burned as punishment by his own Seed.

> "You will not repeat my cycle," the fading voice of Daelin whispered into Kael's soul.

"You will not crave the truth more than the people who need it."

He jolted upright, choking on his breath. The night wind was cold, but his skin burned.

Aeyra sat nearby, sharpening a blade. She looked over with concern. "You're sweating like you fell into a volcano."

> "I… saw a past Reclaimer. His name was Daelin."

> "The Exile?" Yanis turned slowly from the edge of the camp. "He's a cautionary tale. You weren't supposed to know he existed."

> "I didn't learn it. I inherited it," Kael said. "His Seed… his guilt… it's inside me now."

They were silent for a moment, only the crackling fire between them.

> "He opened a gate too early. Tried to force the Seed to show him the full design. People died."

> "What did you see in the end?" Aeyra asked.

Kael stared at the flame, lost in the weight of Daelin's ruin.

> "A throne built on bones and truth buried in ash. If I chase power the same way, I'll lose everyone."

> "Then don't." Yanis placed her hand on his shoulder. "Rewrite his ending with your own."

Kael stood alone, glyph still pulsing.

> "Not all ghosts are dead," he whispered to the wind.

"Some are warnings made of memory."

He turned toward the mountain path — where a hidden vault still waited.

And from the darkness, Daelin's echo answered:

> "Don't become the Reclaimer they fear. Become the one they hoped for."

Chapter 58: Echoes of a Fallen Reclaimer