Day One – Edge of the Eastern Reaches
The sea had receded.
Not like a tide.
Like a wound retreating from salt.
And from it, Myra walked.
The earth screamed beneath her feet, grass turning black, animals scattering in a perfect, unnatural radius.
She didn't look lost.
She looked invited.
Dungeon Core – Strategic Room
Leo was alone.
Not by accident.
Naelia had gone silent. Elias had wandered off.
Only the system remained.
Alert: Myra – Distance 58km and closing.Soul-Thread Integrity: 42% – Foreign Interference Detected.Projected Arrival: 17 Hours.
He zoomed the map out, watching her approach in steady pulses.
"She's not rushing."
"She wants us to feel it."
The system pulsed softly.
Leo stared at it.
Then turned it off.
Naelia – Observation Platform
She sat cross-legged, red eyes scanning the projected sea-plain.
"She's not like us," she murmured.
Elias appeared behind her without a sound.
"Did you expect her to be?"
Naelia shook her head.
"No… but Leo's changing."
Elias tilted his head.
"He's always been like this."
"You're the one that keeps expecting a boy."
Naelia's voice cracked.
"Because he was one."
"A scared, broken one who listened when Elara called."
"Now he's just… cold."
Elias blinked.
"Good."
"Maybe that's what we need."
Naelia didn't answer.
She just gripped her arms and watched the horizon.
Elara's Realm
The divine tree was losing petals.
Slowly, but consistently.
Twelve branches pulsed with unstable light.
The Eleventh was awake.
The Fourth was unraveling.
The Seventh hadn't pinged in weeks.
And the Twelfth? Her pod was flickering.
"They're not ready," Elara whispered.
The other goddess returned—her voice smooth like glass breaking underwater.
"Then stop watching and start mothering."
Elara's voice trembled.
"If I interfere again… I risk snapping them."
"They need space."
"They need… each other."
"Even if it means blood."
Leo – Lower Core Chamber
He walked through his own dungeon.
Not to patrol.
To think.
The walls responded to his soul-thread, shifting, adapting.
He didn't notice.
He was remembering something.
Elara's voice.
"You are not a weapon. You are my child."
He had believed it once.
Maybe he still did.
But weapons didn't need comfort.
They needed targets.
Cael – Ruined Tower
He sat with his blade across his knees.
"She's close."
He could feel it like static in his teeth.
Naelia appeared from the shadows.
"You're not going after her?"
Cael smirked.
"If I did, she'd kill me."
Naelia frowned.
"You said she wasn't like us."
Cael's eyes sharpened.
"She's what we could've been."
"If Elara hadn't pulled us out of the abyss when she did."
"Myra didn't get pulled."
"She clawed her way back."
Myra – Approaching the Outskirts
She walked into a village.
The people fled at her scent alone.
But she didn't attack.
Not immediately.
She stopped in the center.
Bent to her knees.
And placed a glowing blue shard onto the earth.
"A gift."
The system blinked.
Deploying Abyssal Seed – Emotional Contagion Initiated.Target Zone: Sibling Resonance Trigger.
The shard pulsed.
Not with power.
But memory.
A child crying.
A mother reaching.
A wave crashing.
Then—fire.
The shard cracked and melted into the soil.
Dungeon Core – Reaction Room
Leo clutched his head.
Memories not his own seared into his mind.
A crib.
A name.
"Myra?"
Elara's voice again.
"You are dangerous."
"You are forgotten."
The dungeon groaned around him.
Elias stabilized the systems, warning alarms flaring.
"What the hell was that?!"
Naelia slid into the chamber.
"She's seeding memories."
"Trying to overwrite our cores."
Leo stood slowly.
His eyes glowed faintly blue.
"No…"
"She's sharing."
Myra – A Hill Outside the Dungeon's Range
She sat atop the bones of a fallen wyvern.
The sky darkened as if fearing her.
The system chirped.
New Thread Activated: Fourth Born – LeoSoul Echo Detected: Sibling Resonance – Partial Success.Distance: 12.2km.
Myra closed her eyes.
And whispered:
"Let's talk, brother."
"Before I make you scream."
Cael – Listening to the Wind
He grinned.
"Here comes the storm."