The storm was relentless, roaring like a raging beast over the ruins of Tzelan, a city buried by time and the sins of men. The Hunters had received rumors of an ancient shrine hidden underground, one that, according to the maps, did not exist.
Kael was the first to feel it.
A kind of tugging in his chest. Like an invisible thread guiding him between flooded corridors, faded Mayan paintings and forgotten bones. The air was thick, charged with something older than the human world. Something divine... or cursed.
-What the hell is this place? -Cuervo muttered, looking into the main chamber. This is not a temple. This is a tomb.
But Kael did not answer. His eyes were already fixed on the center of the room.
A pedestal, covered with inscriptions, held an object wrapped in linen bandages blackened by time. The room shook slightly as he approached. His companions felt it, recoiling with bristling skin.
Kael reached out his hand. The bandages melted like dust on contact.
And there it was.
A weapon.
But not a sword, not a spear, not a knife.
It was a fragment-a curved blade, carved from a metal that seemed alive, with runes that glowed faintly as if breathing. It had no hilt, only essence. A weapon that did not belong to this world.
Touching it, Kael fell to his knees. A silent scream filled his mind.
"Kinich... son of the forbidden sun..."
"Your destiny is not to redeem. It is to remember."
"This is your burden... and your key."
His eyes shone with a golden glow. Her body trembled, as if something dormant awakened at last.
A whirlwind of images crossed his mind: a celestial battlefield, a goddess weeping blood, a ruined temple and.... himself, clad in gold, wielding that same weapon as the sky burned.
Kael screamed.
When he awoke, the weapon was no longer on the pedestal.
It was fused to his arm. Not literally, but spiritually. As if he had chosen it. As if it had always been his.
-What was that? -Rota asked, her voice trembling.
Kael only whispered:
-A weapon of the gods.....
But in his mind, the truth echoed louder.
It was his weapon.
Forged in his first life.
Sealed when it fell from the sky.
And now... it had returned to its owner.
He did not yet know how to use it. But he did understand one thing:
The world had just changed.
And the gods... would soon know.