Returning home, David dove into his system logs. A deep-code layer responded to his new skill. It wasn't part of the original system—it was older. Sentient. It called itself the Codex Prime.
And it had been watching him.
He followed its data trail, unveiling a relic buried beneath the capital: an artifact shaped like a book without pages, pulsing with light. Within its glow were strands of code—scripted fate written in runes of existence.
When he touched it, the Codex whispered in his mind:
"Write your truth, Sovereign Flame."
A quill appeared, burning with the same flame as the Oracle's. David realized his journey was no longer about survival. It was about authorship—of life, of story, of destiny.