A Path Meant for Him
Kael stared at the map.
A hidden passage, leading straight into the Syndicate's core.
It wasn't a mistake. It was intentional.
Someone had left this here. For him.
Mira's voice was low. "This is a trap."
Kael's grip tightened around the map. "I know."
Orin frowned. "Then why are we walking into it?"
Kael's eyes were cold. "Because we don't have a choice."
The Descent
The passage was narrow, ancient, and deathly quiet.
Kael led the way, every step measured. Every breath controlled.
The deeper they went, the colder it became.
And then—a door.
Not just any door. A steel vault, covered in old engravings.
Kael traced his fingers over the markings. This wasn't Syndicate-made. It was older.
A hidden legacy buried beneath the stronghold.
He pushed the door open.
And stepped into the abyss.
The Truth in the Shadows
The chamber was vast—an underground hall lined with towering pillars.
At its center, a throne of black iron.
A figure stood beside it. Waiting.
Reven.
His silver eyes gleamed. "Took you long enough, Kael."
Mira and Orin tensed, weapons ready.
Kael stepped forward. "You knew I'd find this place."
Reven smiled. "Of course."
Then—footsteps.
From the shadows, another figure emerged.
Cloaked in darkness. Their presence suffocating.
Kael's instincts screamed. This was the real enemy.
The mastermind behind everything.
The Final Revelation
The figure spoke, their voice calm. Cold.
"You were never meant to die that night, Kael."
Kael's blood ran cold. "What?"
The figure stepped closer, their face now visible.
And Kael froze.
Because he knew them.
The past he had forgotten. The truth buried in his mind.
It all came rushing back.
A memory of who he truly was—and why the Syndicate wanted him erased.
Kael's fingers tightened around his blade.
This wasn't the end.
It was just the beginning.
And the real war had only just begun.