The sky over the Veiled Reaches bled memory.
What had once been a sanctuary—a city preserved in crystalline glass, frozen echoes of lost times—now cracked beneath the weight of returning power. Memories shimmered in the air like fractured ghosts, looping scenes of laughter, betrayal, and forgotten oaths.
And in the heart of that mirrored ruin, the Revenant King opened his eyes.
His body was no longer bound by decay or mortal limitation. The corrupted shard of the Prime Coder's soul pulsed within his chest, a jagged glyph of raw logic and divine paradox. His breath summoned error messages. His footsteps rewrote terrain. He no longer moved through reality—he recompiled it with every thought.
Behind him stood Lumaera, the Weeping Flame.
