The Cracked Bastion – Beneath the Battle
Silence fell.
It was not the peace of victory, but the breath between storms—a moment when even the world dared not speak.
Darius stood before the spiral staircase, revealed beneath the Bastion's shattered foundation. It led downward—not into earth, but into layers of ancient code, each level glowing with the soft light of forgotten memory.
Veyra approached, brushing ash from her charred robes. "That path doesn't exist on any layer of the world map. It's not in the codebase. This is deeper than the source engine."
"It's beneath memory," Azael added grimly, his voice barely a whisper. "A realm not bound by logic or architecture. The First Server… the very concept of creation lies below."
Kaela stepped forward, eyes wide and unblinking. "I hear it humming," she whispered. "Like a lullaby made of devlogs."
