Caelion POVCaelion returns to the celestial realm through the in-between with Vehra now bound to his movements.— a slow, consuming passage that leaves no trace behind. Unlike his usual shadow jumps! This movement feels endless, as though space itself is folding rather than breaking.When they emerge near the archive wing, Vehra compresses into a low, unreadable presence at Caelion’s side. I enter as Lioren once again, using a simple retrieval scroll as cover.“The archive is unusually quiet, with no sign of Selmira or Lysithea,” I noticed. I move directly toward the section where the origin file had been relocated. Only to find it missing again. I gritted my teeth. “The file is on three shelves over where the file was kept,” Vehra whispered to me. Vehra subtly signals direction, guiding me three shelves over where the file has been carefully hidden rather than erased.“Selmira is not concealing it from existence—she is controlling who can realistically find it,” Vehr whispered

Caelion PoV“You are shaking,“ Nysera said the moment I returned.I shook my head!“I'm not,” Caelion replied.“Your hands are”I looked at her. “You are mistaken.” I returned to the realm of darkness carrying the crystallized moonlight fragment Selmira entrusted to me.My hand clenched around it as though letting go might somehow make everything he has learned disappear.Nysera immediately notices the change in me and, for once, drops her usual teasing demeanor when she sees the fragment. “What are you holding?”I looked at her without saying a word. She didn’t stop at that but explained, “That crystallized moonlight is one of the rarest sealing materials existing.” I looked at her inquisitively in silence.She explains further, “It is only forged by a Moon Goddess at the height of her power and designed to respond solely to the correct bloodline.”I looked at the fragments in my mind, then back to her.She continued, “Its existence alone confirms the importance of whatever lies b

Caelion POVI was still standing in front of the open lineage record.The words “heir of the Underworld has awakened” feel less like a message and more like a living thing watching me back.For a moment, nothing moves.Even Lysithea is silent.Because the air inside the Archive of First Creation has changed.It is no longer passive knowledge.It is responding.The moment my understanding locks into place, the record reacted.The pages begin to shift on their own.Not turning.Rewriting.Vehra immediately warns me.“This is not reading anymore. It is recognition.”Nysera steps back instinctively, sensing pressure in the space like gravity bending wrong.Lysithea does not intervene.She only watches me calmly.I realizes something unsettling:Lysithea expected this reaction.Which means this was never just a record.It is a trigger system.“A divine mechanism designed to activate only when someone with Caelion’s bloodline reaches this point of truth.”The record continues:Words bleed

Caelion POV The instant the archive declares “PRIMARY TARGET SELECTED — ERYNDOR VALE,” the entire system changes toneIt is no longer reacting.It is hunting.I felt it immediately.Not through vision.Not through sound.But through presence.Somewhere far beyond the collapsing archive, something notices the shift.And that something is Eryndor.****In the celestial court, Eryndor does not move at first.He simply stands still.Perfect.Composed.But his golden aura flickers once.Then he speaks softly:“So… the correction system has found its focus.”A council god beside him asks carefully:“What system, my lord?”Eryndor smiles.But it is not warmth.It is calculation.“The one we buried inside Vaelthar.”A pause.“And accidentally woke inside his son.”The council stiffens.Eryndor continues:“Lock every archive connected to Lysithea.”“And prepare the moon gates.”“They will try to move the truth physically.”His voice lowers.“And when they do…”“…we will erase the path.”****

Caelion POV The archive does not collapse.It bows inward.As if reality itself is making space for something heavier than existence.The line remains burning across the structure:“JUDGMENT AUTHORITY: GRANTED TO CAELION VIRETH.”I do not move immediately.Because power like this is not something the body understands at once.It has to be survived first.Then accepted.Nysera stares at him like she is seeing a stranger wearing his face.Vehra’s three heads are unusually still.Even Lysithea is silent.For the first time since the beginning of all of this…no one speaks over me.I slowly lowers my hand.The suspended seal from Eryndor remains frozen in mid-air, still connected to him like a living thread.But now it does not feel like an attack.It feels like a question waiting for my answer.Nysera finally breaks the silence:“You don’t look surprised.”I exhales.“I am.”A pause.“But not confused.”Vehra leans forward slightly.“Explain.”I look at the collapsing archive around t