The year was 1447 B.C.
The desert sun scorched the sands with silent fury.
Kael arrived just kilometers from what was known as the Valley of the Forgotten Hieroglyphs —
a place found in no papyrus,
no map…
not even in LIGA's archives.
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As he walked between golden rocks and half-buried sculptures, Kael felt his disc vibrate more intensely with each step.
Near a wall covered in unrecognizable symbols, he spotted a partially buried temple.
But what unsettled him most was what stood at its entrance:
a hooded figure.
Identical to him.
Motionless.
Waiting.
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Kael approached cautiously.
The figure said nothing.
But as he raised his hand, the shadow mirrored him — in perfect synchrony.
Then, in a deep tone, as if speaking from beneath the earth, the shadow said:
— They tried to bury us.
But time does not forget.
Have you come to undo… or complete?
Kael remained silent.
And in that moment, he understood:
this first Shadow…
was him, had he stayed in the past.
And this version… did not want to return.