It was another calm morning on the plains surrounding Brussels.
Kael walked along the trails he himself had helped carve years ago.
The village was growing.
More children. More homes.
The people had learned to respect time — and to listen to it.
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Near a clearing where he often taught the youth to observe the sky, Kael saw something new:
a tall stone, embedded at the center of a circle of small carved marks.
At first, he assumed it was just a ritual totem.
But as he approached… a chill ran down his spine.
Symbols.
Symbols he knew.
They were etched with precision.
Codes he used in his private stone discs —
But ones he had never shared with anyone.
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He touched the stone.
It was cold.
Recent.
And beneath the main inscription, another line stood out — one that struck deeper:
"The cycle repeats. The Pedra is not alone."
Kael stepped back slowly.
There were no signs of visitors.
No travelers. No immortals.
But it was clear:
Someone was teaching what he taught.
Without his knowledge.
Or worse...
Someone was like him.
But wasn't him.
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That night, Kael climbed to the highest point of the Comandos Base.
He stared at the stars and whispered:
— If there is another… he didn't come from LIGA.