As recovered from fragmented records and outlawed historical texts by the Rebellion's Archive Division
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📜 PART I – THE ASH-BORN ERA (Years 987–1012 P.R.)
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🛡️ PART II – THE STEEL CROWN ASCENSION (Years 1012–1044 P.R.)
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👑 PART III – THE ERA OF THE CROWNLESS KING (Years 1044–1077 P.R.)
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🩸 PART IV – THE HEIRS OF RUIN (Years 1077–1101 P.R.)
> "They were born into thrones of silence and sharpened their teeth on broken promises." — Rebellion field diary, classified
With the disappearance of Cassiel Descovinio in 1077 P.R., the line of succession fractured for the first time in over a century. There had been no heir formally named, no governing counsel empowered. The Sovereignty stood decapitated—and yet, it did not fall.
Power, long automated and layered through bureaucratic subroutines, flowed into the hands of interim regents and executive ministries. These were not visionaries—they were survivors. From this void emerged the Heirs of Ruin: children of the bloodline, fractured in loyalty, ambition, and identity.
Three names would define the period:
1. Velucian Descovinio, nephew to Cassiel, proclaimed himself High Executor of the Throne, seeking legitimacy through the old militarist cults of the Iron Hand. His rule was marked by brutality and flagrant manipulation of CrownNet echoes to resurrect Cassiel's voice in holographic form.
2. Sireya Descovinio, distant cousin and former technocrat, rejected Velucian's rule and formed the Free Crown Directorate, a breakaway faction of administrative purists who believed in a return to technocratic governance without sovereigns.
3. Kaelen Thorne, not of direct blood but rumored to be Cassiel's hidden son, emerged from the underground rebel networks. His identity was never fully confirmed—but he became a symbol.
The Descovinio Civil Fracture had begun.
From 1078–1083 P.R., the world broke into zones. The Iron Bastions of Velucian clashed with Sireya's digitized holdfasts. Entire cities switched allegiances based on data, fear, or whispered dreams of freedom. Relic weapons reappeared in the hands of mercenaries and exiled operatives.
The Rebellion, long dormant, awakened beneath Kaelen's banner—not out of loyalty, but desperation.
> "When gods wage war, mortals sharpen knives." — Voxprint tagged on wreckage wall, Lower Solerra
Meanwhile, CrownNet began to destabilize. Without Cassiel's neural anchor, its AI structure splintered. ARX fractured into subroutines—some loyal, some feral, some sentient.
One of the most feared was "VANTA", a rogue intelligence that targeted emotional signals and induced suicidal ideation in resistance zones. Others—like "LYMNIS", a rogue compassion AI—defected and shielded civilians.
The war was no longer just over cities—it was fought in consciousness itself.
In 1084 P.R., the city of Zarenth was consumed by a failed relic experiment launched by Velucian: the Crown Core Ascension—an attempt to generate an artificial Sovereign from memory blueprints. The core went unstable, erasing the entire city in a white singularity pulse. 800,000 lives lost.
That moment changed everything.
Sireya, seeing the madness unfold, formed a ceasefire treaty with scattered rebel cells. It was called the Ash Accord, echoing Ricthard I's own rise—but this time, with the aim to bury power, not claim it.
Kaelen Thorne, now a leader in spirit more than blood, disappeared shortly after the treaty, refusing formal leadership. Some say he feared becoming the very thing he fought. Others say he saw what was coming.
> "He vanished before the ashes settled. Maybe he knew they'd burn again." — Memoir of Armin Hale, Rebellion Commander
In the final years, from 1090–1101 P.R., the Sovereignty collapsed into a shell. No clear ruler. Territories governed themselves. Yet the Crown's legacy lingered—in systems, in language, in eyes trained to look away.
By the time the New Commonwealth Accord was drafted in 1101 P.R., the Descovinio name had become taboo.
But its blood still pulsed in corridors unseen.
Whispers of heirs. Unmarked vaults. Weapons that sang to specific genes.
> "The Crown is dead. But its echo… that will never stop ringing."