Location: The Origin Vault, Vireos | Time: 05:41 A.M.
The blade hovered like it was breathing.
Sera stood frozen in front of it. Not from fear but because her soul recognized it.
It was smooth, obsidian-black, curved at the edge like it had been carved from space itself. Symbols along the hilt shifted every few seconds, as if trying to remember their true form.
Theo stood at her side. Unmoving. Like a statue built to mourn.
“You know it,” she whispered.
“I hoped I’d never see it again.”
“What is it?”
Theo didn’t answer. The Vault did.
A voice rose from the walls not male or female. Not even divine. Just old.
“You carried my silence for centuries, Thaeon. And now you bring her back to me.”
The walls lit with golden fire. Not flame, but something older. Memory etched in truth.
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