Zero Divine

Chapter 5: Something to Be

The wasteland didn’t change much as Cael pressed forward. Everywhere he looked, it was the same gray horizon, the same broken skeletons of buildings reaching out like rusted fingers. He couldn’t tell how far he’d walked, only that the shadows had shifted again, and the sun, if that dim white orb behind the clouds could still be called a sun, had crept westward.

His legs felt like they were moving automatically now. His grip on the Herald’s spear had loosened, but he didn’t let go. The ache in his arms was fading now, not because it had healed, but because everything else inside him was starting to go numb.

He tried not to think but that didn’t work.

Every corner he turned, every shattered ruin he passed, demanded he put the pieces together. The world was broken, yes, but so was he. And unlike the landscape, he didn’t even have the excuse of history. He had nothing, just fragments and pieces of lives that didn’t feel like his own.

Cael paused beside a shattered transport vehicle half-buried in sand and twisted metal. He ran his fingers across the charred side panel. The design was familiar, as was the material. His own mind knew what it was but no matter how hard he thought, he somehow could not label it.

“I don’t even know what’s mine anymore,” he said quietly.

[Clarify,] Nyx responded, her voice a static hum just behind his thoughts.

“My memories. My instincts. My reactions. What if they’re just programming? What if I’m not even really a person?”

Nyx didn’t answer immediately. The silence stretched, but it wasn’t empty. Cael could feel her running some kind of internal process, searching for something to say that wasn’t automated.

[You are not a simulation,] she said at last. [Your responses align with adaptive behavior, not pre-coded routines. Emotion is not synthetic. It is a result of conflict, uncertainty, and stimulus.]

He gave a hollow laugh. “You make it sound so noble.”

[It is not noble. It is natural. Even for you.]

He kept walking. One step after another through ash and stone. But the thoughts didn’t stop. There were faces in his head. Flashes of laughter. Searing anger. Someone’s hand gripping his shoulder in warning. Another pulling away from him in fear. But none of them had names. None of them had features. It was just blanks where people should be.

The emptiness in his chest tightened, a slow, spiraling ache that didn’t come from injury.

“These thoughts, these memories, all these people... I should feel something about them,” Cael murmured. “Anything.”

[Do you?]

“I don’t know.”

He dropped into a crouch beside an overturned slab of metal, elbows on his knees, head hung low. For a while, the wind was the only sound. Not even the System in his mind attempted to break his silence. For several seconds, it was just the wasteland breathing around him.

“I feel like I was made for something,” he said. “Like I have a shape, but not a name to give it.”

Nyx remained silent, and somehow, that helped.

“I don’t care if I’m a copy of a person, or a weapon, or some twisted experiment,” Cael said. His voice steadied as the words came. “I need to know. I need to see it for myself. Whatever I am, whatever the Prime HALO project really is... I’m going to find it.”

[Confirmed.] Nyx’s voice softened, almost warm. [A directive based on choice is more stable than one based on panic.]

He pushed himself to his feet and looked up at the sky. Still gray. Still empty.

But inside him, something finally settled in place. He did not have any peace or clarity, but at least he had some form of direction on what to do next with the life he had been given.

Ahead, the ruins thickened. Old architecture, low to the ground and partially buried by time and collapse. He picked his way through shattered stone and what might have once been a roof, now caved in and weather-worn. He found a slanted support beam and leaned against it, the spear laid across his knees.

His body was still not tired, but Cael did not feel like pushing himself to the limit on a desolate wasteland like this. After all, who knew what sort of dangers existed in this world?

Above, the light in the sky dimmed slightly. He watched the horizon calmly, thinking about how he would go about his new goal, when he saw them.

Three figures moving slowly, cutting across the field in the distance. At first, they were just shadows against the pale light. With the sun behind them, it was impossible to make out their features. But they moved with purpose and if they continued on their current route, they were going to run into him.

Cael rose without a word, adjusting his grip on the spear as he sought cover. He didn’t know who they were, but he had every intention of finding out.