Even an author leaves a shadow.
But when that shadow wants to write too…
It doesn't ask permission.
Day Six.
Lysara stood in front of the vault door sealed for nearly two decades.
Kaela, Seria, Mira, and Aren flanked her.
None of them spoke.
The chamber was located in the deepest foundation level of Valkyrion—beneath even the Origin Chamber. Its existence wasn't marked on any blueprint. It wasn't protected by wards.
Because it protected itself.
System Log:
Foundation Layer – Vault 0
Contents: Restricted Soul Fragment
Designation: "Author's Shadow"
Status: Unaccessed Since Tyrant Rewrite
Lysara placed her hand on the door.
The system didn't respond.
But the ink did.
It melted away like wax under her touch.
And the door opened.
Inside, the vault smelled of paper and starlight.
One pedestal. One object.
A cube of glass.
Suspended inside it:
A pulse of ink, rotating slowly.
Aren stepped closer.
His heart beat faster.
The ink reacted.
Flickered.
