[Memory Stream – Unknown Temporal Layer]
Sam's eyes snapped open.
He wasn't falling anymore.
He was floating—inside a world that had no ground, no sky. Just floating threads of memory, weaving through a gray ocean of fog. It smelled like burned paper and salt. The air was thick with forgotten names.
Beside him, the Revision stood unharmed. But something had changed.
He no longer wore his cloak. His face was visible.
It was... familiar.
"Do you know me now?" the Revision asked, stepping forward.
Sam blinked, the answer crawling through his throat like glass.
"You're... me."
The Revision nodded once. "A version. A probability. A timeline where you accepted the Court's offer and became the Editor."
Sam shook his head. "No. That's not possible."
"You believed the fight was lost. So you bargained. And you became the very thing you feared."
[Cut to – New Intramuros HQ, Reality Layer]
Valencia, Rael, and Tala stood at the edge of the Heart Well, staring at the chasm of swirling light where Sam had vanished.
"We can't follow," Tala said, shaking. "Not unless we fracture."
Valencia's grip on her blade tightened. "Then we fracture."
Rael reached into his coat and pulled out a forbidden glyph-seal—a fractal echo that could tear open a shortcut to the inner memory stream.
"You'll lose parts of yourself," Tala warned.
"We've already lost too much," Valencia whispered. "If we wait, they'll write over us completely."
[Back in the Memory Stream]
Sam stood in front of himself—this twisted version draped in rewritten fate.
The Revision flicked his fingers.
And suddenly, they were in Binondo, 1896.
Bodies littered the streets. But they weren't dead—they were stuck in loops. Repeating their last few seconds: screaming, fighting, crying.
"Do you see?" the Revision said. "This is what the Court does. It doesn't erase. It traps."
Sam felt a pulse behind his eyes. The Mind Seer Vein inside him was starting to open further. Visions flooded in—alternate timelines, false betrayals, warped revolutions.
"You're showing me to convince me," Sam said, staggering. "But you're still working with them."
"No," the Revision whispered. "I was the Editor. Now I'm the anomaly. I broke. And now I want to tear it all down."
[Flashback Layer Triggered – Rizal's Final Hours]
They both watched from behind the veil of time.
Rizal in prison. Writing.
But not Mi Último Adiós. He was writing a glyph-code, ancient and forbidden.
The Root Codex.
"Your rebellion," the Revision said, "started with him. He saw what was coming. But he couldn't stop it. So he hid the answer."
Sam whispered, "The Codex…"
"Hidden in every letter, every pause, every poem. He wrote memory traps across generations. You're one of them."
[Cut to – Heart Well Surface]
Rael, Valencia, and Tala chanted around the glyph-seal.
It shattered.
The Vein screamed.
The three were flung into the Echostream.
But the cost hit immediately—Rael lost his voice, Tala her left eye. Valencia's memories of her younger brother bled out, scattering like ash.
And yet—they reached Sam.
[Reunion – Inside the Memory Rift]
Valencia grabbed Sam's arm. "We're not letting you do this alone."
Sam blinked. "How—"
"No time!" Tala snapped. "He's using your doubt as the ink."
The Revision raised a hand. Threads of corrupted memory surged forward, aiming to bind Sam again.
But now, the resonance was shared.
Sam stood between the past and the future.
"I am not your Editor," Sam said. "I'm your red pen."
Glyphs flared from his chest.
The Echoform: Mind Split activated fully—now complete with the memory of Rizal's glyph-code burning in his mind.
The timeline began to quake.
"Let's rewrite the rewrite," he whispered.
[Last Scene – Echo Collapse Begins]
The Heart Well surged. Timelines collided.
The Court felt it across dimensions. Dozens of history nodes went dark. The Riftgate in Ayutthaya shattered. The Court of Logos screamed through collapsing data tunnels.
In the heart of the breach, Sam, Valencia, Rael, and Tala faced the Revision—and the echo of what the world could become.
"History bleeds for those who remember," Valencia whispered.
Sam stepped forward.
"Then let it bleed."
The Mind Split is complete. Sam has merged with the glyph-code of Rizal. The Revision is revealed to be a future him gone rogue. The Heart Well collapses, and the war to control memory itself begins.