Recap:
Kael Vire is on the move toward the legendary Unwritten Vault, a place that remains untouched by the laws of the System. To take down the Chainbreaker and reshape everything, he needs to construct the Lawless Throne. But getting to the Vault isn't easy; it's guarded by temporal paradoxes and the remnants of Sovereigns that are too dangerous to even remember.
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The Unwritten Vault isn't just a destination.
It's a *state of being*.
A realm you can only access once you've been erased from existence to the point where even the System can't keep tabs on you.
Kael trekked for days through landscapes that morphed behind him.
Mountains that forgot they were mountains.
Forests that murmured in long-lost languages.
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[Warning: Territory Reversal Detected]
**Time Continuity Lost**
**Companions may become echoes of possibilities. Maintain Identity Integrity.**
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Joran was the first to scream.
He split into two—one version where he died saving Kael years ago, and another where he turned against the Court.
Kael etched a glyph into the air.
"Echo Bind: Present Priority."
Joran snapped back into one form—gasping, sweating, and very much real.
"Remind me to steer clear of paradox storms from now on."
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Sel disappeared for six hours.
When she came back, her hair had turned gray, and her eyes were glistening.
She didn't say a word.
But Kael understood.
She had witnessed her own death.
And come back anyway.
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At last, they had arrived.
Not at a vault.
But at a wall of silence.
No gate. No signs. Just an eerie stillness.
Kael took a step forward.
And the wall parted.
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[Identity Verified: Sovereign-Class Tyrant]
[Access Granted to Vault of the Forgotten Sovereigns]
Inside, the air shimmered like a distant memory.
Thrones stood in the void.
Empty.
Cracked.
But not broken.
Kael moved to the center and gazed at the dais of the Lawless Throne.
A whisper welcomed him.
> "Who do you serve?"
Kael's voice sliced through the darkness.
"No one."
> "Who created you?"
"They left me behind."
> "Then what are you?"
Kael rested his hand on the throne's armrest.
"I'm the Tyrant they forged... and now I am the one who writes the law."
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The throne didn't blaze with fire.
It embraced him.
Quietly.
A ripple coursed through the Vault.
And one of the forgotten thrones—the one labeled Aelrix—flickered to life for a moment... then disintegrated.
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[Fragment Acquired: Crownless Sovereignty 1/5]
[Lawless Throne Progress: 20%]
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Far above, the Chainbreaker hesitated.
"He has begun."
It turned its gaze toward the stars.
And continued on its path.
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End of Chapter 16