A New Reality
Kael sat in silence, staring at his hands. The energy coursing through him was unlike anything he had felt before—limitless, raw, and terrifyingly familiar. The moment he had stepped into that abyss, he had changed. His sealed memories were still hazy, like fragments of a dream just out of reach, but the power? That was undeniable.
Elyra took a cautious step forward. "Kael? Are you… still you?"
He turned his gaze toward her, and for a split second, his irises gleamed with cosmic energy before fading back to their usual hue. "I don't know," he admitted. "But I remember enough to know that we don't have time to waste. Something big is coming."
The old man—now more than just an enigmatic guide—nodded approvingly. "Your awakening was inevitable. But you are still incomplete. You must regain the full scope of your past, or you will not survive what comes next."
Kael clenched his fists. "Then tell me what I need to do."
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The Rising Threat
Meanwhile, far beyond the ruined city, the world was already shifting. The virus had mutated once more, spreading faster than ever. The creatures it created were no longer mindless beasts—they were evolving, strategizing, hunting in coordinated packs. And at the center of it all, a new presence was rising.
A figure stood atop a broken skyscraper, gazing down at the chaos below. His crimson eyes burned with an unnatural glow, and the air around him warped with power. A monster, yet something far worse.
"He's awakened," the figure muttered, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. "It's finally time."
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A New Mission
Back in the depths of the cathedral, the old man led Kael and Elyra through a hidden passageway, revealing an underground chamber lined with ancient relics and technology that seemed far beyond this era.
"You were not the only one who foresaw this calamity," he said. "There were others—beings who left behind tools, knowledge, and weapons that could help you reclaim what was lost. Your journey is just beginning."
Kael approached a pedestal where a single object rested—a blade unlike any he had ever seen, pulsing with the same cosmic energy that now flowed through him. The moment his fingers brushed against it, a rush of memories surged into his mind.
A battlefield beyond the stars.
A war that shattered entire worlds.
A name, whispered in a forgotten language.
Kael tightened his grip on the hilt. "I remember… a little more."
The old man nodded. "Then it's time. You must seek out the remnants of your past, piece together what was taken from you. And above all—prepare for the war to come."
Elyra scoffed. "Great. More cryptic missions. What else is new?"
Kael smirked. "Nothing. But at least this time, I know where to start."
As they stepped out of the chamber, a distant explosion rumbled through the city, a grim reminder that the world would not wait for him to be ready. The battle had already begun.
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To be continued…