> West Blue – The Forgotten Island of Thryssa
No longer on maps. Scrubbed from history. Surrounded by a natural fog that scrambles log poses and turns compasses in circles.
Once called Archivus, the island was said to be the original home of pre-World Government scholars — those who studied the True History before Ohara… and vanished.
But Rael had found it.
The Obsidian Ark hovered above the fog as Rael floated downward, wrapped in gravity-null space.
Only Lysara and Shien accompanied him.
Vale stayed behind — too much information risked echoing back to Cipher Pol.
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🧭 Why Rael Came Here
According to coded etchings beneath Skypiea, Thryssa housed a vault built by an ancient civilization, said to be the first to study space-time phenomena.
Before the Poneglyphs.
Before the Void Century ended.
Rael wasn't here to destroy.
He was here to remember.
> "To rule the world, I must understand what it forgot," he whispered.
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🏛️ The Vault of Silence
Hidden beneath overgrown ruins, they found a chamber buried under petrified stone. Doors sealed with a lock requiring not key… but gravity calibration.
Rael reached out, adjusted the field of weight in the surrounding rock — and the door melted open, revealing a pitch-black tunnel.
At the center: an altar.
On it — not a fruit, not a weapon — but a black cube, humming softly.
Covered in ancient symbols. Neither Poneglyph… nor technology.
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🤖 The Voice from the Cube
When Rael approached, the cube glowed.
And then… it spoke.
> "Trinity Signature confirmed. Temporal density… unstable. Soul cluster identified. Inquiry accepted."
> "Hello… Rael D. Lior."
Lysara stepped back. "That thing knows your name?"
Rael didn't blink.
> "Let it speak."
The cube identified itself:
> "Designation: PROTOCOL-0."
"Function: Preservation and Judgment of World-State Integrity."
"Origin: Before the World Government. Before the Fall."
Protocol-0 was an ancient world-monitoring AI — created by the kingdom erased in the Void Century.
It was designed to evaluate when the world became corrupted enough to justify reset.
> "You are the first in 900 years to reach this vault," it said.
"Your convergence of three Devil Fruit signatures… marks the world as unstable."
> "The algorithm identifies you as an anomaly."
Rael asked one question:
> "Was the Void Century a war… or a cleansing?"
The cube paused.
> "...Yes."
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> "You are authorized to carry the Protocol Flame.
An override. A system key. You may now access the Final Archive."
From the cube emerged a ring of white fire, orbiting Rael's body. Not burning — humming. Stabilizing space around him.
It granted pre-Void access to weapons, records, vaults… and truths hidden even from Imu.
But as it bonded to him…
The cube issued a final warning:
> "You are no longer unseen.
Now that you possess me…
He will come."
Rael clenched his fist.
> "Let him."
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🐉 Meanwhile: Mary Geoise – Inside the Throne Room
Imu stood before a mirror embedded with star-metal.
It flickered.
For the first time in a millennium… the Protocol Flame had lit.
> "He found it," Imu whispered.
The Five Elders paled.
> "He's going for the Final Archive…
> "Then we must prepare Seraphim Omega.
No more agents. No more kings."
> "The Trinity Soul must die. Even if the world dies with him."
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