Cassian was no longer fully… human. Whatever happened during the sigil binding left a mark deeper than skin. When he looked at his reflection, he saw flickers—alternate versions of himself, eyes glowing with Reclaimer script.
The Genesis Rift had opened.
He could now access hidden data fragments scattered across the wastelands—glitches in reality left by the Ancients. But every access came at a price: a memory lost, a scar gained.
Eline confronted him. "What are you becoming, Cassian?"
"I don't know," he replied, voice hollow. "But I think this is only the beginning."
That night, the sky cracked open with green lightning.
A new player entered the field—cloaked in celestial armor, wearing the same sigil Cassian had touched.
And he was smiling.