The sky… was broken.
Dark fractures spread across the heavens above the floating islands of the Aether Continent, silent and distant, like scars left behind by something long forgotten.
And beneath them—
A forsaken island.
Ancient ruins buried in time… and something more.
Oblivion.
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At the heart of those ruins, there was a chamber.
Sealed.
Unmoving for thousands of years.
Black chains, engraved with ancient runes, stretched across the space like roots, converging into a single point—
A body.
Seated.
Motionless.
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Crack.
A dry sound echoed.
One of the chains snapped.
Seconds later—
CRACK.
Another.
The runes began to fail, one after another, losing the faint glow that had sustained the seal.
It wasn't an external force.
It was time.
Or perhaps…
something had finally decided to wake.
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His eyes opened.
Green.
Deep.
Uncertain.
Remiel drew in a sharp breath.
His body reacted as if returning to life after countless ages.
Heavy.
Slow.
Unfamiliar.
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He tried to move.
The remaining chains fell to the ground, already devoid of power.
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Silence.
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— …Where…
His voice came out low, broken.
As if it hadn't been used in a very long time.
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He brought a hand to his head.
A sharp pain pierced his mind.
Memories surfaced—
Fragmented.
Incomplete.
Dark.
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Chains.
Darkness.
And then—
A presence.
Massive.
Ancient.
Overwhelming.
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A dragon.
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Not an ordinary one.
Something… primordial.
Its eyes were like abysses.
Its existence… crushing.
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And then—
Sealing.
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Remiel staggered slightly, his breathing uneven.
— …a dragon…
That was the only thing that remained clear.
Everything else… empty.
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He looked at his own hands.
Felt them.
Something was there.
But… not whole.
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— …
Silence.
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— Something is… missing…
His voice was steadier now.
More aware.
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It wasn't weakness.
It was absence.
As if parts of him… were still lost.
Or sealed elsewhere.
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Then—
A voice echoed.
Not in the chamber.
But directly inside his mind.
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[System detected.]
[Connection to the Wheel of Divinity established.]
[Identity… unrecognized.]
[Re-evaluating…]
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Remiel remained silent.
Observing.
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[Classification assigned: Level 10]
[Status: Newly Awakened]
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His eyes narrowed slightly.
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— …Level 10?
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There was no anger.
No shock.
Only… analysis.
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— So this is the standard of this world…
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He slowly closed his hand.
A faint energy began to gather.
Green.
Unstable.
Incomplete.
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And then he understood.
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It wasn't that he was weak.
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He was… limited.
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— I see…
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Remiel stood up.
His body still heavy, but stable.
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— Something sealed me…
— And something is still… restraining me.
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His gaze shifted toward the exit of the chamber.
Light filtered in through the broken ruins.
An unknown world awaited him.
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And for the first time—
He took a step forward.
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Without knowing who he was.
Without knowing what he had lost.
But with one certainty—
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He was not complete.
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And somehow…
he would reclaim everything.