Kael sat cross-legged in Seraphine's dimly lit cargo hold, shard in hand. A soft glow shone on his face. Casting eerie shadows on the metal walls around him, outside, the purple snow spread out endlessly. A mute world that cannot be seen when it is death. The sound of the spaceship's two engines grew louder and louder. Continuously and continuously, but Kael misunderstood. His concentration was uncluttered. And we whispered that seemed to emanate from him. It affected the limits of his mind.
Hours had passed since he had first pulled out the piece. Unable to resist the thrust he gave out. It was as if he had compartmentalized his own life. Calling out or with a voice that cannot be heard But I feel it deeply. Sobs are not words. But it's an emotion. Fragments of memories and the images passed beyond his reach. However, the more he concentrated, the more The more they turned, the clearer they became. It gave rise to a pattern that he really wanted to understand.
"Kael," Lyara's voice pierced through the haze. Get her attention She stood a few steps away, her arms crossed, her expression always tinged with discomfort. "Are you sure about this? You've been looking for that for hours.
Kael didn't take his eyes off. His fingers snapped the shards. "He's trying to tell me something," he muttered, "I know exactly what."
Lyara took a hesitant step to get closer, "The Aetherlock piece is hardly an artifact at all. They are just remnants of an ancient thing and… It's dangerous if you open up to him. There is no telling what he might do to you."
"What school do I have?" Kael retreated, finally lifting or looking. "Ever since I experienced this My life was no longer mine. I could feel it, Lyara. Something was awakening within Mim, and you knew more than he let on.
Her expression trembled. A hint of guilt appeared on her face. "It's not that simple, Kael. Aetherlock is not just a relic from the past. It is alive in a certain way or connected to something that exists. If you push too hard—"
"I have to," Kael interjected in a firm voice. "I'm tired of being in the dark. If this piece can provide answers, I will listen."
Before she could respond The piece came to life in his hands. A bright glow filled the room. Kael gasped as the energy surged through him. The cargo compartment melted away. And in that place there was only light and shadow swirling. He stood alone in a vast, boundless land. The ground beneath his feet was a shattered mosaic. Above him, the purple mist gave way to a vast starry sky—brilliant and endless.
A whisper sounded. There was no more faint murmuring. There was only a chorus of voices wrapped in an alien harmony. They danced to the limits of his understanding. By speaking in unconnected sentences An image began to take shape within the void: a celestial being of pure starlight. Their enormous formations radiated power. Fight shadow figures stained with fire and darkness.
One voice, deep and resonant above all others, resounded like a bell in the void.
"You are the key, the bridge between what was and what will be."
Kael turned around and looked for the source of the sound. But found that there was a blank sound. Swirling around him, fragments of Aetherlock appeared orbiting his body like stars. Their light intensified as they began to project new visions. He saw the cities. Swallowed by a blinding light, the worlds fell under an invisible force. And the Guardian—a towering, godlike creature—came down from the heavens like a harbinger of destruction.
amidst the chaos The voice spoke again.
"You were not born. you were created"
As the words hit Kael like bodily harm, he cambaleou his mind changed as the weight of their meaning was absorbed. "Or what do you mean?" he demanded, his voice not echoing that of Wasio.
The space under the vibration The mosaic mumbled and turned into a map – a complex pattern of glittering lines that seemed to follow the paths of the Aetherlock's two pieces, the lines converging into a single point. Striking with its bright light: Celestial Abbey
Then the vision changed again. This time the focus is on a single figure amidst the chaos. It was a boy — no, him — but his eyes were different from any other human's. It spins with the same blue light of that piece.
"Kael!" Lyara's voice pierced her vision like a sharp lamina.
He was caught when the vase melted. The mosaic was torn into a thousand pieces. He returned to the cargo hold. The light of the fragment now faded in his trembling hand. His chest heaved as he tried to retrieve the Folego, or grilled fur, to rub.
Lyara is beside it. or standing pale and dull "What happened? What did you see?"
Kael's voice trembled as he replied, "War, Boss... A war between the fiefdoms of light and shadow. They call me Chave. And they will say that I was not born - I was created."
Her expression darkened. Guilt flashed in her eyes. "Kale, listen to me." Aetherlock was more than just a souvenir. It was a sketch of something much older than humanity. If you call me Chave, it means
"That I am a part of," Kael concluded, his voice trailing off. "You know, don't you? You knew what I was and didn't say anything.
Lyara looked away, her silence confirming that he was right.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he demanded, his voice rising.
"Because I have no confidence!" she was disgusted. "And I felt terrible. What should I say? Are you connected to something that can create a new world or destroy it? Do you think isso is easy to hear? Why?
Kael stood, the fragment still pulsing softly. in his hand "I don't care how hard it is. I really deserve it, Lyara, no matter what I'm there for or how I live. Know for sure
She sighed, her expression softening. "And then we carried on. The Celestial Ark is the key to all of this, but Kael... whatever we find there. It might not be what you want to hear.
Kael nodded. His jaw closed in determination. "I don't like it. I would rather face the truth than stay in the dark."
As Seraphine sailed through the endless purple snow, Kael stood at the window, scanning the vacuum. As the stars in his vision seemed to draw nearer. Their light shone forward. But for the first time, he wondered if the light was a promise or a warning.