The wind outside the academy’s walls howled like a wounded animal, and yet within the halls of Sector D, an even more dangerous storm was brewing.Theodore stood beneath the cracked skylight in the old library, now abandoned except for the rebels who had turned it into their meeting place. The marble beneath his feet bore runes only visible under the moonlight, carved centuries ago when the building had a different purpose — before it became a prison for the different.“Lyra,” he said softly, still watching the strange symbol that had begun glowing faintly near his boots. “Do you feel that?”Lyra looked up from where she was bandaging a boy’s bruised wrist. She nodded slowly. “The energy is shifting again. It’s stronger tonight... like something’s waking up.”Theodore’s hand instinctively touched the meteor necklace at his throat. It had been pulsing lately, not just with warmth, but with rhythm — like a heartbeat. And each pulse echoed in his own chest.“Master Lazarus mentioned this

Flashback – 17 Years AgoThe sky cracked open in the middle of the Third Great Purge. The Tyr God’s celestial energy had been sealed… or so the world believed.But deep in the ruins of Arc Idrin, Arken Valis stood over the body of his wife — an Odd Eye woman executed by humans for harboring “a contaminated child.”The child was Theodore.“I couldn’t protect you,” Arken whispered as he cradled her. His Odd Eye glowed, activated by grief and wrath. “But I will protect him.”He left his infant son in the custody of an orphanage, erasing his name from all records.Then he vanished.Present Day – Arken’s Sanctuary“I never meant for you to awaken like this, Theo…” Arken muttered, watching his son on the shimmering monitor, now leading an uprising. “But they forced you. Just like they forced me.”He removed the mask, revealing a scar running down the side of his face, curved like a serpent — the mark of a Tyr God Vessel survivor.Behind him, a map of old dominions and ley lines glowed.A new

Theodore stood in the center of the ancient chamber, his breath heavy and uneven. Koriel’s shadow had dissipated, yet a lingering darkness clung to the cold stone walls. The air was charged—electric and unstable—like a storm ready to break through the fragile barrier of reality.Emeria lowered her hands from the shimmering barrier, exchanging a grim glance with Lazarus. The old master was bent over the Fold Codex, his fingers tracing the glowing sigils, reading a language older than time itself.“We’re running out of time,” Lazarus said, his voice heavy with urgency. “The convergence of the twelve fragments is accelerating. The Fold is weakening.”Theodore swallowed hard. “What does that mean for us? For the Odd Eye Circle?”Lazarus closed the ancient tome with a slow, deliberate motion. “The boundaries between realities—the many intertwined threads of the Fold—are breaking down. The twelve Harmonies, fragments of a primordial chorus that once balanced all existence, are awakening. The

The Fracture“But power is never easily contained,” Lazarus continued. “As the Syndrome spread, fractures appeared in the order. Some members began to crave the immense strength it granted. Corruption seeped into their hearts, turning protectors into tyrants.”Lazarus’s voice grew darker. “My father saw the danger and tried to warn the council. They refused to listen. They feared change, fearing the power slipping from their grasp.”He clenched his jaw. “It was betrayal from within that shattered the Vanguard. A secret faction — led by Koriel — sought to seize the Syndrome’s power for their own dominion. They orchestrated a coup, framing my father for treason.”The Fall of Eryndor“The night my father was arrested still haunts me,” Lazarus said, eyes distant. “He was taken in chains, his name ruined, his work erased from history. I was only a teenager when I swore to clear his name and restore the order.”“But Koriel’s faction was strong. They had twisted the truth and turned the peopl

The Veil Path was not a road. It was a rupture — a place where time bled and memory lost its form. One step through and the world dissolved behind them like ink in water.Theodore gasped as the ground vanished. For a moment, he floated in endless white, suspended between seconds.Then he fell.✻When Theodore awoke, the world was quiet — too quiet. He stood in a place that resembled the Fold, but it was wrong. Off. The sky overhead shimmered like oil on glass, and three moons hung suspended in a slow, impossible orbit.One crimson. One silver. One obsidian.Their light poured down in mismatched hues, casting tangled shadows across the marble plains beneath his feet. No sound reached him — only the low thrum of some distant, mechanical heartbeat.The Codex sigil at his side glowed erratically. He clutched it tightly, drawing breath as he scanned the empty plain.He wasn’t alone.Jared stepped out from the silver haze, his violet eyes dimmed, his movements deliberate."You’re out of sync