[TARGET LOCATION LOCKED]Silent Script Gate – Layer Depth: 3Boundary Condition: Every spoken word becomes binding law. Falsehoods trigger Rewrite Protocol.]The descent to the Gate was not a straightforward path. The Sovereign Archive did not have corridors this deep—this was carved into the hidden marrow of the System. The walls shimmered with threads of text that twisted away from sight when Kieran tried to focus on them, as if the very letters feared to be read.Malchior walked ahead, his steps uncharacteristically careful. “Every record says the Gate was built to keep lies out. But it’s worse than that—it keeps out those who believe they can twist truth.”Skye frowned. “And if the False Writer’s influence is in there, it’s going to use that rule against us.”Bianca, trailing close to Kieran, spoke for the first time in hours. “You’re walking into a trap that even the First Sovereign avoided.”Kieran didn’t slow. “They avoided it because they thought truth could be negotiated. We

[ALERT – TRUTHFORGE ECHO ACTIVATION DETECTED]Source: Lysander Vale – Residual Data Signature.Status: Unauthorized self-propagation.]The warning pulsed in the corner of Kieran’s vision as they moved through the pale corridors of the Silent Script Gate. The walls were no longer clean; they whispered—soft, like pages turning in the dark. He felt the weight of every step.“You feel it too?” Skye asked, her eyes darting along the text seams.Kieran nodded slowly. “Truthforge wasn’t supposed to… echo. Once you bind it, the law should hold and then fade. But something’s still speaking back.”Bianca, walking behind them, frowned. “You mean Lysander?”“I mean the truth I forged against him,” Kieran said. “It’s alive in the White Thread. And it’s not just holding him down—it’s… evolving.”The air thickened as they entered the next chamber. A vast script-ocean stretched before them, words rising and falling like tides. In the center stood a single black spire, the text around it frozen in pla

The boy’s lips parted. His voice wavered between desperation and defiance.“I choose—”The courtyard shuddered. The False Writer leaned forward, quill poised to strike the choice into permanence. But before the words could crystallize, the rain froze midair.Every drop hung like glass. The servants halted mid-chant, mouths open but soundless. Even the boy’s breath stilled in his throat.Only Kieran, Skye, Bianca, Selene, and the False Writer remained aware.From the frozen rain, a ripple tore open—like ink spilled across glass. Out of it stepped a figure cloaked in shadows, taller than any Sovereign Kieran had ever seen. His presence was wrong, ancient, radiating authority so heavy the air itself groaned.The First Rebel Sovereign.Selene gasped. “No… impossible. You were erased in the Collapse.”The figure’s voice rolled through the fracture like thunder under water. “Erased? No. Bound. Waiting. And now, because of this choice, I am free.”The False Writer hissed, script quill flarin