PHASE I – The Sealed Hall
Centuries... or perhaps just days had passed.
Inside the heart of the castle, time no longer obeyed the outside world.The walls throbbed with the power of the buried crystal. The stones grew; the shadows breathed.
Kalidor was not seeking his body—he was seeking meaning.
The eastern wing, known as the Wing of the Fallen Guardians, had remained sealed since the throne fell.No one remembered who had sealed it.
But the night before, as he traced the ancient map beneath his feet, a long-dead symbol began to glow.
"The heart… shall be the first organ restored."
But which heart?
The one that once loved?The one that betrayed?Or the one stripped of all faith?
Kalidor followed the signs into the depths of the castle, descending a spiral staircase so old it seemed part of the earth itself.The air thickened, the silence warped.
At the end of the descent—one door.A door no magic could open.Carved on its surface:
"To open this door… memory must die."
Kalidor stepped forward.No hesitation.
PHASE II – The Echo of the Heart
He entered a chamber drowned in red light—not blood, but something older.At its center: a stone altar.
Upon the altar: a black shard.Pulsing. Breathing.Alive.
He reached toward it.
The moment his hand touched it—he saw:
Flashes of battle.Faces screaming.A name whispered in pain.A betrayal unspoken.
None of it was his.And yet… it all belonged to him.
This was no ordinary heart.
This was memory itself—shattered.
PHASE III – The Gate and the Graves
Kalidor emerged once more into the front courtyard.
The crystal's pull had led him to the first grave.
Rows of ancient tombs lay silently before the castle.Soldiers. Followers. Brothers-in-arms.Their names now buried in dust and silence.
He touched one gravestone.Its name had faded.
He didn't remember.But he wept.
Not for them—But for what he had become.
His heart now beat again.But the man behind it remained missing.