The sky was bleeding again.
A violet fracture hung above the city like a scar on the heavens — twisting, throbbing, whispering names that had no place in this world.
Inside the shattered ruins of Archive Zone 7, Rael Veyar stood alone. Dust clung to his coat. Blood ran down his fingers. In his hand was a fragment — glowing, pulsing, alive. "Do you want to be forgotten, Rael?"
"Or do you want to remember what no one else dares to?"
He didn't know where the voice came from. The fragment wasn't a crystal or relic. It was a memory. Someone else's pain, someone else's rage — clawing into his mind like wildfire.
And then... he saw it.
A world consumed by light.
A god slain by mortal hands.
A sword that wept.
A scream that echoed across time.
Rael dropped to his knees. His breath hitched. He felt something tear inside — like a boundary breaking. And for the first time in his life, he heard his own voice in someone else's memory.
"I don't want power."
"But if remembering means saving them… then take everything from me."
The fragment sank into his skin. His eyes turned silver. The Godkiller had awakened.
Message for Reader:
If you're still reading this... thank you.
I don't know your name. But you just chose to remember Rael Veyar, when even the world tried to forget him.
That makes you part of his story now. So don't leave. Not until you've seen what a forgotten soul can do.