[Sam – Nueva Intramuros HQ, Recovery Chamber]
Steam hissed from the resonance tanks as the healers pulled away the cracked focus-bandages around Sam's body. The imprint of Rizal's memory still buzzed in his bones—a hum of resistance, of stories not yet told.
Rael stood nearby, arms crossed. "You've been quiet."
"I saw Rizal," Sam whispered. "But not just him. I saw... a future they're trying to bury. One where we lose."
Valencia entered. "The Rift above Nueva Era stabilized—temporarily. But the girl's still there. Waiting."
"She's not attacking yet," Rael muttered. "Why?"
Sam looked up. "Because she remembers something she's not supposed to."
[Masked Girl – Somewhere Between Realities]
She floated in silence.
Not sleep. Not meditation.
Suspension.
Her stitched mouth did not ache—she had forgotten what pain felt like. But the chains around her wrists shimmered with emotion: one link burned with guilt, another with grief. One pulsed… with something like love.
Her mind wandered into the shadows of her memory.
She remembered… a garden. Not real. A mind-construct the Shadow Court used to raise her. Words never spoken aloud.
"You are the Key. You were born to erase the ones who disobeyed the Pattern."
"If they remember too much, the war will start again."
But she remembered something else.
A lullaby.
Sung by someone not of the Court.
"Sa ilalim ng buwan, huwag kang luluha…"
("Beneath the moon, do not cry…")
Tears welled in her white eyes.
She screamed—not aloud, but through the Rift. Across the Veins. Across the world.
[Sam – Training Yard, Pre-Dawn]
Sam stood shirtless, kampilan planted in the soil. Around him, ancestral echoes flared—Bonifacio's storm, Lapu-Lapu's fire, Rizal's quiet mind-glow. But they pulsed unevenly.
One of them spoke, not with words—but a presence.
Not a hero. Not a warrior. Not a name celebrated.
It was a traitor. A forgotten rebel. A cautionary tale erased from the books.
"Your blood calls to the Unwritten. Are you willing to summon one even history rejected?"
Sam opened his eyes—gold and bronze, rimmed in shadow.
"If she's already breaking the rules... then I will too."
[Final Scene – Antagonist POV, Shadow Court Citadel]
Nine cloaked figures stood in a circle.
A Rift hovered between them—glitching, unstable.
"She's remembering," one said.
"She's diverging from the Path," said another.
"Then send the Forgotten General," the Elder ordered.
A tenth figure emerged.
No mask.
Only a brand seared into their chest:
"Bayani-Class: Nullified."