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

The wind howled across the ridges of the Seared Claw Mountains, whispering of forgotten things buried in stone.

Kael, Aeyra, and Yanis stood before a monolith of black alloy carved with worn glyphs, half-buried beneath frost and moss. The entrance was sealed — not by a door, but by an ancient locking mechanism shaped like three interlocking rings, each marked with a different Seed dialect.

Kael's Glyph of Origin pulsed in sync with the rings.

> "What is this place?" Aeyra asked, brushing frost from the inscriptions.

> "A Seed Cradle," Yanis answered, voice tight. "A pre-Virelian vault where Seed prototypes were born, tested, and broken."

Kael touched the center ring, and it began to spin on its own. His Glyph glowed with an eerie blue hue.

> "Accessing Cradle-Class Protocol 7. Authorization: Reclaimer-311… Daelin imprint confirmed."

> "I'm not Daelin," Kael muttered, but the door didn't care.

With a heavy groan, the mountain opened its mouth.

They descended into silence. The air was thick, stale with memory and old power. Bioluminescent fungi clung to the walls, casting ghostly shadows.

Chambers branched in every direction—storage halls, testing rooms, and birthing pods cracked like eggshells. Hundreds of them.

In one chamber, Aeyra paused by a glass cylinder filled with a green mist. Inside floated the skeletal remains of a child-like being. Its chest glowed faintly with an embedded fragment.

> "A Seedchild," she whispered. "Virel created them from soulprint fragments—attempting to manufacture Reclaimers."

> "And failed," Yanis said coldly. "Because they weren't born with purpose. Just implanted with it."

Kael moved deeper into the heart of the cradle. There, on a stone platform, lay a Seed unlike any he'd seen. Black with fractal cracks of white running through it, humming like it was trying to remember its name.

> "This one…" Kael whispered. "It's still alive."

Holograms flared to life — Virel herself stood in projection, clad in regal robes, eyes burning with cold purpose.

> "Cradle Log 0128-A. Subject Delta-9 continues to exhibit instability. Soul imprint fractures at emotional stimuli. Reclaimers must be born, not forged."

> "Delta-9 was… him," he said slowly. "Or part of him. I think Daelin was one of them."

The Seed beside him vibrated again. For a moment, he saw an image in his mind: A thousand versions of himself screaming across timelines — some burning, others triumphant. All trying… and failing.

> "This Seed remembers every Reclaimer who failed."

> "And now it's linked to you," Aeyra said grimly.

Kael knew what that meant. Taking this Seed would give him insight — memories, knowledge, even raw power.

But it might also shatter what little was left of his identity.

Yanis returned, cloak wet with frost. "We're not alone," she said. "Someone else is tracking us through the outer tunnels. And they're using a Seed signature."

Kael looked back at the humming Seed cradle.

Chapter 59: The Vault of Forgotten Seeds