The city of Veltraxis pulsed with memory.
Above the sky, silken threads of light—ancestral streams—drifted between towers made of fossilized DNA, where people connected to their bloodline archives like living libraries. In this world, power didn't come from weapons or wealth.
It came from who you used to be.
But Ayra Vantheir had no past.
She walked through the lowest district of Veltraxis, the Null Zone, where the bloodless lived. No memory-pools flowed here. No ancestor voices whispered. Only silence—and the smell of metal and forgotten names.
Her school report stamped it clearly:
GENETIC STATUS: EMPTY
BLOODLINE ACCESS: DENIED
ANCESTRAL VALUE: NULL
She was 17. Old enough to awaken. But nothing ever came.
The others called her ghostborn.
The teachers called her waste.
But Ayra… Ayra just called herself free.
Until the night she followed the shadow.
She'd seen it before. A flicker in her peripheral vision—black, shifting, humming with a frequency no one else could feel. It had led her here, behind the ruined gene towers, into the Dead Zone, where no one dared walk after dark.
Her boots sank into cracked earth as she stood before the object.
A black obelisk. Towering. Forgotten. Covered in ancient symbols that pulsed like veins.
Ayra's breath caught.
Her fingers twitched.
Her system interface blinked — something that had never happened before.
[ERROR: UNREGISTERED USER DETECTED]
[ACCESSING NULL VAULT…]
[UNSEALING FORBIDDEN BLOODLINE…]
"What…?" she whispered.
The obelisk burned with violet fire as a scream—no, a memory—hit her like a thousand voices at once. A battlefield. A queen in gold. A boy crying as the world ended. A beast made of bones. A woman laughing while holding a bleeding crown.
And then… silence.
Ayra fell to her knees, gasping.
A voice echoed in her head.
"Child of the Unwritten… You are our last chance. Let us be remembered."
Ayra's lungs burned.
Her fingers clawed at the cracked ground, the violet glow from the obelisk still pulsing behind her eyes. She tried to stand—her legs refused. Every nerve screamed, as if her very blood was boiling… or being rewritten.
Then came the voice again.
But this time, it wasn't in her head.
> "User detected. Bloodline: Null-Class."
"Authorization… granted."
A soft chime echoed through her skull. Her sight blurred, and a dark screen appeared before her eyes—no device needed.
> [NULL CODE SYSTEM] Activated.
Tier: Erased
Memory Count: 0/∞
Forbidden Lineages Unsealed: 1
Ayra blinked. The interface floated in midair, transparent, black, laced with red lines like ancient veins. Below the words, a blinking symbol rotated: a broken ring enclosing a cracked eye.
Her breath trembled.
"…What is this?" she whispered.
Suddenly, pain stabbed her chest—right where her heart was. Images exploded in her mind again:
A woman with silver hair smiling in a mirror, her eyes glowing violet.
A blade being driven through a king's throat.
A child dragged from a burning temple, marked with the same eye-symbol she now saw before her.
And then… her own face. Except older. Bloodier. Smiling coldly.
Ayra gasped.
[Lineage Unlocked: Queen Vareth, The Sky-Burner]
Trait Inherited: "Unbreakable Will"
Genetic Echo: 12% Sync
Warning: This memory was erased from the World Code.
"What the hell is a Sky-Burner?" she muttered, standing on shaky legs.
New Mission Received.
Find the next Obelisk.
Status: 1/7 Memories Awakened.
Time Remaining: 30 Days.
Failure to awaken all 7 erased bloodlines will result in total memory collapse.
Ayra looked back at the now-dark obelisk. It had cracked down the middle — dead. Whatever it had given her, it would not give again.
She looked up at the sky. The usual ancestor threads were still visible above Veltraxis, flowing gently, glowing white and gold.
But now… in her own vision… one thread glowed black.
It was hers.
The blood that wasn't supposed to exist.
And someone… somewhere… had already noticed.
Because her interface flickered once more with a new alert.
Alert: Unknown System Beacon Detected.
Status: You are being tracked.
Ayra narrowed her eyes.
She didn't know what she had become, or who these memories belonged to, or why her system came from erased blood.
But for the first time in her life, she wasn't afraid.
She had power now.
Power that had once burned the sky.