"There were gods who ruled in silence. Who demanded no prayers. Who built no temples. They ruled only through the fear of remembering their names."—Excerpt from the Forbidden Codex, recovered from the Ash Vaults
After claiming the Throne Without Name, Kael's presence begins to warp the very laws of the academy. The flame around him is no longer just fire—it remembers. And in its remembering, it reshapes.
In the scorched remains of the central forum, a door appears. No one built it. It was never there before. But Kael feels it watching him.
Aetheros, standing beside the boy he once mentored, lowers his head.
"That door does not lead to a place. It leads to a judgment. One only the Thronebound can enter."
Kael places his hand on it—and it opens to nothing.
He finds himself in a grand, forgotten hall carved from moonlight and shadows. Here sits the Nameless Court, a tribunal of long-vanished entities that once ruled in opposition to the gods of order.
They are not alive.
They are not dead.
They are concepts that refused to fade: Ruin, Possibility, Memory, Silence, Ash, and the sixth—a hooded figure called Doubt, who greets Kael with something close to affection.
"You have sat upon the Throne, bearer of flame not given but remembered. You are one of us. But you are also more."
Kael demands answers about the gods. About the Edict. About the war.
Instead, the Court offers a single riddle:
"The gods do not fear your flame. They fear what it remembers. And they fear what you will become when you remember too much."
The Court offers Kael a pact. They will grant him the Mark of Reversal—a sigil that lets him undo divine commands, rewrite spells, and rewrite moments.
But in return, he must do the one thing the gods have always feared:
Speak the Names of the Nameless. Out loud.
"We died not because we were weak. We died because the world believed we never lived."
The mark burns itself into his hand as they vanish. The door behind him becomes a portal again—but it leads elsewhere.
Kael does not return to Nocthera.
Kael emerges in Arq'Thaal, a buried city beneath the continent of Ryss, lost in time and sealed away by divine decree.
It is a prison of knowledge.
Here, forbidden relics whisper in the dark. And deep within the catacombs lies the first tomb of a god—the site where the god of Sight, Eyvhr, was betrayed and sealed by the Divine Concord.
Kael is not alone.
Selari and Druska follow—through arcane tether and willpower, their oaths binding them even across realms.
"Where you burn, we walk," Selari says, drawing her blade of unremembered wars.
They reach the crypt of Eyvhr.
Inside, the god's body remains—but his eyes are gouged out, replaced with silver mirrors. His voice still echoes in the dust:
"I saw what must not be. I spoke what none dared. I was blinded… to blind the world."
Kael offers a gift: one of his flames, which now carry memory. He places it into the chest of the god.
The mirrors crack. The voice speaks once more:
"You are not god. Not yet. But you carry the seed of rebellion."
And Kael, for a moment, sees—everything.
He sees the seven Judicators preparing. He sees the chained star stirring in the outer void. He sees Lia's death. And he sees himself—standing before the gods, alone, holding the final name.
When he awakens, he bleeds not red, but silver and flame.