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Part I – Kael's Revelations
Kael's machines revealed what others feared to admit: reality itself was untrustworthy.
Each day, his scribes brought him records of contradictions:
A general alive in one archive, dead in another.
Cities that flickered between ruin and splendor.
Children who remembered lives that had never happened.
Kael stared into the contradictions until his mind sharpened into something unyielding.
> "If the world lies," he whispered, "then truth is not found… truth is made."
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Part II – The Cult of Anchors
From his paranoia, a movement arose: the Anchorists.
They believed Kael was the only man strong enough to "fix" reality.
Soldiers marched with paradox rifles, erasing enemies from existence.
Engineers carved Anchor-Stones into their cities, attempting to stabilize neighborhoods at the cost of others collapsing.
Children were trained to memorize every detail of daily life, so that when the world contradicted itself, Kael could use their testimonies as leverage.
They saw Kael as both tyrant and savior — a man who bent broken time into weapon.
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Part III – Kael's Descent
But power fed obsession.
Kael began experimenting not only with technology but with people. He ordered duplicates — children born twice, soldiers who should not exist — to be studied, dissected, rebuilt.
Some became living anchors, their bodies filled with paradox devices that froze their existence across loops.
Others became erasure beasts, soldiers broken into fragments of timelines, unleashed as weapons that devoured stability wherever they walked.
Kael himself began to warp. He implanted paradox engines into his flesh, his veins glowing with the energy of contradictions.
The tyrant was becoming something more.
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Part IV – The Whisper of Divinity
One night, surrounded by flickering archives that showed him living and dying in infinite variations, Kael whispered:
> "If I am remembered in every fractured loop… then I am not man. I am inevitability."
His followers heard, and they agreed.
The Anchorists began to worship him as a god. Not of peace or creation, but of command over broken truth.
And when the day reset — when the m-Time fractured once again — Kael smiled.
For in every version of reality, he still ruled.
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