Threxius Empire — Chamber of Echoes
A cold silence fills the ancient hall.
Dazmor Zykor, his eyes dimmed by decades of memory, speaks in a chilling tone—his voice low, heavy with layered truths.
Dazmor: "Listen closely… once you hear the story of that man from the Kthai Clan… you'll understand who you really are.How you came to this place ?"
Threxius's eyes widen. His breath staggers.
Threxius (in shock): "Wh-what do you mean…?"
Dazmor turns, his silhouette swallowed by torchlight as silence looms like a dark prophecy.
Kaelthor Empire — The Grand Library
The air is thick with the scent of ancient tomes and decaying spells. Candlelight flickers as Kaelthor, surrounded by boundless knowledge, processes Varnak's words.
Kaelthor: "Cursed? What do you mean by that?"
Varnak Vaelstrix (sombre): "Yes… the final five descendants of the Kthai Clan. Every one of them was cursed."
Kaelthor (confused): "Five descendants? That many...?"
Varnak: "Reincarnation is a god's domain. For humans… maybe. But not for us. Not for beings like you and me, Kaelthor. For us, that kind of revival is… unnatural."
Kaelthor lowers the book slowly. His face remains unreadable, but his mind churns.
Kaelthor (thinking): "If they were cursed… then why are their echoes rising again… now?"
Unknown Forest — The Trail of Shadows
The dense forest chokes the sunlight. Twigs snap. Sweat clings to armor and skin alike. The Rohdan, Kaizer, and Ziron groups press forward.
Each footstep carries frustration.
Levi (grumbling): "Kaizer! How much longer? We've been walking for hours!"
Rohdan: "He's right. You said it was close. Don't make us chase ghosts!"
Kaizer (calm but sharp): "And you think patience grows on trees here? Stay focused."
In the back, Sylin walks silently. But her mind drifts.
She sees Sang—his eyes by the firelight, the night they kissed, the warmth of his presence. Her grip on her blade tightens.
Suddenly—a tremor.
The ground slightly shudders. The trees whisper in fear.
An enormous shadow falls across the path.
Emerging through the mist—a towering figure, nearly 18 feet tall, his chest broad, scars old as time etched across his flesh. A massive beast-like being steps forward.
??? (deep voice): "Where do you all think you're going?"
Weapons unsheathe in a synchronized blur.
Kaizer (cold): "It's none of your business."
??? (tilting his head): "That's rude... very rude."
Kaizer narrows his gaze.
Kaizer: "Did you forget us, Orian?"
The giant blinks—confused.
Orian: "What?! You know my name?"
Kaizer (cold smirk): "Of course I do. But you're the one who forgot... because it's been too long. Right, Orian?"
Orian snorts.
Orian: "Orian never forgets anything!"
Kaizer (deadpan): "Is that so? Then surely... you remember the scar left on your chest... by the one you failed to kill."
Orian's hand slowly rises to his scar, his expression shifting—not in rage, but in the trembling echo of a buried truth.