Part 1: The Glyph That Shouldn't Exist
1. The Vault of the Forgotten
Zeiran stood in the heart of the Sanctum.
The cold resonance stone beneath his boots pulsed faintly—alive in ways it shouldn't be.
X-0… no—Raiquen—stood at his side, silent. His voice had shifted over the last day, growing almost human.
A hologlyph interface hovered in the air, lines of unreadable script curling like fire across its surface.
"Can you read it?" Zeiran asked.
Raiquen's chestplate pulsed. "Some of it. This language is from the first interworld convergence… it predates the Prime Wars."
"What does it say?"
"Protocol incomplete. Legacy Host: initializing."
Before Zeiran could ask more, the chamber lights flickered—and a distant pulse shook the vault.
Something outside was reacting.
2. Lyra's "Little Adventure"
Upstairs, Lyra hummed as she twirled a piece of chalk between her fingers.
Kalen sat on the couch, scowling. "You're not supposed to wander the east halls. That wing is off-limits."
Lyra blinked innocently. "What wing?"
He narrowed his eyes. "Lyra…"
But she was already tiptoeing toward the stairwell.
Elystrix floated after her. "You're not seriously thinking about sneaking in there again?"
"I'm not sneaking," she whispered. "I'm… exploring."
And with a few lines of chalk, she drew the same swirling glyph she'd once sketched while half-asleep.
It glowed faintly.
The seal on the Prime Sanctum's lower stairwell—sealed to even Council members—clicked.
Unlocked.
3. Cael's Fracture Deepens
In the simulation dome, Cael stood alone.
His Sentiencer, Kaidess, floated behind him—its form shifting erratically.
"I saw your thoughts," it said. "You want to surpass him."
Cael clenched his fists. "He was never better. Just… chosen."
He slammed his fists into the training module.
Again. And again.
Sparks flew. Walls cracked.
Then someone entered—Tessan, a top-tier Earthborn cadet known for his arrogance.
"Still brooding, Cael? Thought you'd be past tantrums by now."
Cael turned.
And punched him.
Not with a fist.
With an Omega pulse.
Tessan flew across the dome and crashed into the far wall, unconscious.
An alarm sounded instantly.
Cael stood there, chest heaving, eyes wide.
Kaidess whispered, "We are finally waking up."
4. World Response: The Moon Fracture
High above Earth, the second moon—once dormant—cracked further.
Satellites caught the image: massive fissures, glowing with violet energy.
Every nation's Space Defense Corps activated emergency protocols.
In the Elvan capital, High Matron Aeriliya whispered, "It's not just a moon. It's a seal."
And beneath her hand, a letter bearing an old crest was slid across the desk.
"Send her to Prime Academy. She knows the path the First Prime once walked."
A woman cloaked in starlight took the scroll.
And left without a word.
5. In the Chamber
Back in the Sanctum, Zeiran placed his palm on a core pedestal.
The system pulsed. A beam of golden light scanned his body.
"Legacy Host confirmed. Prime Seal Interface unlocked."
Glyphs spiraled around him. Archives opened—memories embedded in light.
He saw flashes:
The First Prime binding Earth and the foreign planet in a cosmic tether
A rebellion of rogue Sentiencers
A name: Serathas, the traitor Prime
And a secret: there was never meant to be a Tenth Prime
Zeiran staggered back.
But then… he heard a voice.
Not X-0. Not his own.
"You weren't supposed to find this, Zeiran."
He turned.
Lyra stood at the entrance, chalk in hand, eyes wide.
"The glyph worked again," she whispered.
Part 2: The Bloodline Glyph
1. The Echo Chamber
In the deepest part of the Sanctum, past layers of quantum seals and folded dimensional rings, a pedestal rose as Zeiran approached.
X-0, standing beside him, paused as the glyph on his chest glowed—black, blue, and red—for the first time.
"This place remembers him," Raiquen whispered.
Zeiran placed his palm on the Echo Node.
The world tilted.
Suddenly, he stood… somewhere else.
The floor beneath him shimmered. Transparent. Starlit.
A younger man stood on a cliff of fractured light—armor scorched, eyes storm-filled.
The First Prime.
He turned slowly, as if expecting someone.
"You're late," he said to someone unseen. "They're already here."
Then a Sentiencer, not Raiquen but one Zeiran hadn't seen before—taller, darker, marked with a crest shaped like a fractured eye—stepped forward.
"You don't have to disappear," the Sentiencer said.
"I do," the First Prime replied. "If I stay, the seal breaks now. If I leave… maybe they'll have time to prepare."
The Prime pressed a hand to the fractured sky.
"Find the next one," he whispered. "But make sure they're ready."
Then—he vanished.
Light fractured into dust.
And Zeiran's vision snapped back to reality.
2. Lyra and the Lock
Behind him, Lyra had approached too close to the core pedestal.
Before he could react, the system shimmered.
Glyphs spiraled around her.
She blinked.
"Oops."
Then something impossible happened.
The system didn't reject her.
Instead—it shifted, scanned, and unlocked a Prime-encoded memory glyph.
One designed for Elvan resonance-bloodlines only.
Zeiran rushed to her, kneeling. "Are you okay?"
She just smiled. "It tickled. But… I saw him too."
Zeiran froze.
"You saw the First Prime?"
She nodded, suddenly serious.
"He smiled at me and said, you're early."
3. Cael's Interrogation
Back in the upper facility, Cael sat in a white interrogation cube.
No restraints. Just silence and light.
Across from him sat Warden Rynn, head of internal academy security.
"Why did you use an Omega Drive on a fellow student?"
Cael stared down. "I didn't mean to."
"That doesn't answer the question."
Cael's fingers trembled. In his mind, Kaidess spoke again.
You didn't fail. He provoked you. You responded. That's evolution.
Cael whispered, "I wasn't myself."
Rynn leaned forward. "Then who were you?"
Cael didn't reply.
But deep inside… a voice laughed.
4. Arrival of the Elvan Envoy
The sky split momentarily above Prime Academy as a transport descended—silent, sleek, Elvan in design.
Out stepped a tall woman wrapped in moon-thread robes, her hair shimmering silver-blue, her eyes ancient.
Students gathered, whispering.
Zeiran, now returned to the surface, stood watching from a distance.
She walked with purpose—toward him.
Stopped two meters away.
"Zeiran Aethros," she said softly, bowing slightly. "I am Aureleth Valis, envoy of the Elvan High Court."
"Why are you here?"
"Because the path the First Prime walked… is opening again. And your family's blood is part of the gate."
Zeiran stared.
"You knew him?"
She nodded once.
"I loved him."
5. The Glyph Awakens
Later that night, Zeiran sat alone, replaying the Echo Chamber visions.
Raiquen's chest glyph glowed again.
"Your connection to him is not coincidence," the Sentiencer said. "You carry the same code."
"The Prime Code?"
"No. Something rarer."
The room's lights dimmed. A resonance scan washed over him.
On Zeiran's forearm, a glyph burned to life—faint, but real.
Not human.
Not Elvan.
A hybrid glyph.
"Impossible," Raiquen whispered. "That code… hasn't existed since the collapse of Nexus Prime."
"What does it mean?"
"It means you were never meant to be the Tenth Prime…"
"You were meant to be the Last."