The camp walls rose, stone by stone.The Seal pulsed gently, like a heart in the earth.
And Kael… no longer perceived time the same way.Since the vision, everything seemed to weigh differently.
That morning, a strange figure crossed the forbidden lands.Not in secret.
Not in armor.
But in a midnight
-blue robe, with manuscripts tied to her belt.
She walked without fear, holding in her hand a torch infused with pure aether
— a blue flame that didn't flicker, even in the presence of the Void.
Kael watched from the heights of the unfinished bastion.
"An Archivist."
Lyssara narrowed her eyes.
"You know them?"
"The last independent scholars. They answer to no kingdom, no god, no law… except the law of preserved knowledge."
"And she's coming here? For what?"
Kael clenched his jaw.
"Either to understand. Or to seal."
The stranger entered the camp without resistance.She was escorted to the center of the Seal.
There, she bowed slightly.
"Kael of Azrakan. Son of nothing. Bearer of the Void."
Her voice was soft, but each word vibrated with ancient, dense mana.
"And you are?"
"Myrr El-Nohra. Ninth Memory of the Orrak Archive."
She fixed him with ash-colored eyes.
"You've awakened a fragment of a primal force. You should've been consumed. Yet you still breathe."
Kael raised an eyebrow.
"You want an explanation?"
"No. I want an exchange."
Myrr took out a black metal cylinder. She placed it between them.
"This is one of the Twenty-Seven Gears of the Echoes. Fragments of a forgotten divine machine. They react only to major anomalies… and to the Void."
Kael touched the cylinder. It vibrated.
"It recognized you."
"And?"
"We want to understand why. What you are becoming."
Kael stepped closer to her. His shadow seemed to stretch without light.
"And if I refuse?"
"Then we will observe you from afar… until you become too dangerous."
She took out a second object. An old leather-bound notebook.
"But if you accept… I will offer you the forbidden archives from before the First Catastrophe."
Kael stared at her.
He reached out his hand.
"Give me the book."
That night
Lyssara approached Kael.
"You trust her?"
"No."
"Then why let her stay?"
"Because she doesn't lie. She's like me. She knows something is coming. Something very old. And because…"
He turned his gaze to the stars.
"I'll soon need every piece of the puzzle."
Elsewhere…
In a white chamber made of stone and prayer, an old man in golden robes spoke to a mirror of water.
"The bearer of the Void has defeated the Inquisitor."
The mirror trembled.
"And now, he has bound one of Orrak's Memories to his cause."
A voice answered in the silence:
"Then the Order must prepare to awaken its final bastion.