The wind over the Blackridge mountains howled like a wounded god. The ruins stretched before Ezra—skeletal remains of the once-great Echelon temple, half-buried in snow and silence. Statues of old masters lay cracked and scattered, their stone eyes forever staring into the void.Mira and Halak followed behind him, their breaths visible in the cold. The air was thick with memory and the faint hum of something ancient—something that still lived beneath the ruins.Ezra stopped before the shattered archway hit the main gate. Faded inscriptions of celestial sigils glimmered faintly under his touch—words written in an extinct tongue only the Echelon system could read.WE WALK THE LINE BETWEEN GODS AND GHOSTS...Ezra repeated the words inwardly before whispering them like a prayer. He then fell on his knees and closed his eyes, his emotions becoming stirred.For a very long time tears streamed down his eyes, his vision becoming blurry. He then began sobbing afterwards."Ezra..." Mira muttere

The dawn came painted in gold and ash. Over the jagged peaks of the Blackridge mountains, sunlight broke through the storm clouds for the first time in weeks, spilling across the ruins of the temple like liquid fire. The world seemed to breathe again.Ezra stood on the temple's eastern terrace, his coat fluttering in the wind, the mark of Echelon faintly glowing through his chest. Beneath him stretched the vast wilderness of Iryn—scarred plains, burnt villages, and kingdoms choking under the rule of Kaelith's Poison Ivy. He could see their suffering even from afar. The smoke of their despise rose like prayers no god would answer.Mira joined him quietly, wrapping her arms around herself against the morning cold. Her eyes studied the horizon. "So... what happens now?"Ezra didn't answer immediately. The wind carried the faint scent of ash, rain, and memory. His gaze was distant—not empty, but burdened, as though he was trying to measure the weight of what came next.The Heart of Echelo

A few minutes ago...The world burned with purpose that night. Lightning tore across the sky, illuminating the vast stone of the Archival Citadel—once a monument to wisdom, now a fortress of tyranny. Beneath that fractured light, Ezra Echelon stood at the forefront of his army—his coat fluttering, soaked in rain and blood. Behind him surged the thousands: the remnants of the Echelon sect and the desperate legions of liberated slaves and rebels."Tonight," Ezra murmured, his voice low but somehow audible to all, "we end the reign of silence. Let the oppressed breathe again."His words carried across the storm using the Silent Whisper ability, threading into every soldier's mind: Remember what we fight for. Every drop of blood tonight must build tomorrow's dawn.A thunderous roar answered him—his army's cut shaking the mountains.Veil of Shadows!Ezra vanished, becoming invisible to reality itself as his silhouette dissolved. He moved unseen, darting across the battlefield with Ethereal

Ezra stood for some time and then remembered the battle—the one had just won. He closed his eyes and had a flashback to it, remembering the ones he had forgotten."I can't believe I won," he thought within himself. "I can't believe I won despite everything—"He couldn't complete his statement because at that very moment his entire body froze, his intuition screaming at him.Something's every wrong, his pupils dilated as he tried moving all to no avail. He couldn't even speak out loud.ANOMALY DETECTED!The Echelon system's holographic screen appeared in front of him, the familiar monotonic voice blending in.THE CODEX OF OBLIVION IS OVERRIDING THE SYSTEM!THE CODEX OF OBLIVION IS...!And then there was a splitting crash which seemed to split both time and space, drowning his mind in eternal darkness. He then saw himself falling into what seemed like eternity.What's going on?! He screamed on top of his voice. Echelon...And that was when the darkness cracked into countless shards and

When Ezra Echelon finally opened his eyes he found himself still standing outside the Archival Citadel. The entire citadel had been destroyed, lying in rubbles. Several meters away in the valley was the rebel army still fighting against the Archival sect army. With each minute that passed the Archival sect army suffered great deaths. And in no time the rebel army led by Ezra won.It was still raining, the heavy downpour soaking everything and causing the atmosphere to be very cold. Ezra was drenched, water trickling out of his hair to his face. But it didn't matter because something else was on his mind.Just a few moments ago he had killed Horak only to be pulled into a strange place by the Codex of Oblivion. And there he had fought Horak, not knowing if that was the real one or the one conjured by the Codex. This made him very worried because he didn't know if something like that would happen again.He looked around, watching the deaths occurring around him. There was chaos everywhe