PHASE I – The Whispering Mirrors
In the hallway of broken reflections,Caledor stood before a black mirror.A shadow with no face stared back.Behind him, ancient dust drifted like forgotten breath.
He raised his skeletal hand—but the reflection didn't follow.Instead, it grinned.
"You seek what you once gave up."
Caledor didn't speak.Instead, he stepped forward,the cracked stones humming beneath his feet.
Then, suddenly—The walls whispered:
"To restore your eye, you must first remember what blinded you."
A flash—Blood.A betrayal.A crown taken.A friend fallen.
And the mirror shattered,revealing a staircase spiraling into darkness.
PHASE II – The Eye of the Forgotten
The staircase led to a room bathed in crimson light.On a pedestal of bone and obsidian,lay an eye—pulsing softly,as if dreaming.
But before he could approach,a figure emerged—One of the Forgotten.An entity with no allegiance,born from the castle's curses.
It attacked without words,its blades singing ancient songs.
The battle was brutal.Every strike awakened lost memories—Flashes of light,moments of laughter,and one tear...from a woman he could no longer name.
In the final blow,Caledor struck true,shattering the mask of the creature.
It fell.And the eye rose on its own,floating toward him,and merging into his empty socket.
He saw—not just with sight—but with memory.
"One piece remains,"he muttered.
PHASE III – The Trial of the Flame
Every time Caledor tried to parry,the scene repeated.
A faceless creature.An exposed heart.A rhythm stronger than reason.
Then—The creature placed its hand upon its own chest,and released a low hum,resonating in the walls,as if the very soul of the castle was watching.
Caledor understood:
"To reclaim the heart, you must feel the pain, not surpass it. You must earn the wound."
He raised his sword.And drove it into his own skeletal foot.
There was no scream.No blood.But energy flowed.
He whispered:
"I don't want a heart for myself…I want a heart that burns for those who died in my name."
In that instant, everything froze.The creature stilled.Then exploded into a red flash—and melted into the floor.
At the center of the chamber,a transparent heart emerged,pulsing once…
with his name.
Caledor approached.Placed his hand on it—and in that moment,the heartbeat of the hall fell silent.
PHASE IV – When the Chains Shatter
The chains that held the limb snapped.
His hand—the one lost to time—rose on its own,rushing through the air.
And when it collided with his bones,it connected as if it had never been severed.
A surge of power,not just strength—but legitimacy.
This was no longer a hand of war.It was the hand of rule.
Now,half the throne had returned to him.
On the ground, the ancient symbols shifted.Only one message remained:
"With every piece you reclaim,you face a part you once hated."