The Third Seal did not shatter.
It peeled.
Like a universe-sized eyelid opening for the first time in ages.
Kael's breath trembled as reality's temperature dropped—
not cold,
not heatless,
but empty.
The dangerous kind of empty.
The kind that remembers things it should not.
> [THIRD SEAL: 99% OPEN]
[NAME RECONSTRUCTION: 82%]
[WARNING: PHASE SHIFT IMMINENT]
The Crown above Kael's head spun violently, its shape twisting between thorns of darkness and geometric halos of forgotten divinity.
The Architect couldn't stand anymore.
They collapsed to one knee, blueprint-flesh flickering like a dying diagram.
"Kael—listen to me—if the void speaks your name back, it means it recognizes you again. If that happens—"
The sealed Kael interrupted softly:
"It will not matter.
Nothing will stop it now."
Kael's teeth clenched so hard his jaw shook.
His voice trembled:
"What is… phase shift?"
The sealed version watched him with an unreadable calm.
"It is the moment a forgotten god remembers himself."
Kael shook his head violently.
"I'm not a god!"
"You weren't," the sealed Kael corrected.
"But you were something the gods feared."
The void rippled outward as if a colossal heart pulsed once beneath everything.
A sound rose from the darkness.
A wordless pressure.
A weight.
A presence.
The Oblivion Sovereign trembled—
trembled—
as if the sound scraped across its existence.
Kael covered his ears.
"What—what IS that?!"
The Architect's voice cracked.
"The void is trying to… say your name."
Kael froze.
"No. No, it can't. It doesn't know it."
The sealed Kael's eyes narrowed slightly.
"It knew it before you did."
Kael backed up until his heels hit the broken plane of unreality.
"No. I don't want to hear it."
"You will," the sealed version said calmly.
"You have to."
The void's voice thickened, forming the beginning of a syllable—
a low, ancient vibration that made Kael's bones shake.
A sound that disturbed gravity.
A sound that turned concepts into dust.
"V—"
Kael's heart lurched.
He fell to both knees.
> [NAME RECONSTRUCTION: 87%]
[CONCEPTUAL BODY ADJUSTING]
[HUMAN LIMITS BREACHING]
His vision split into three layers—
present, forgotten, inevitable.
"STOP—PLEASE—STOP—"
But the void did not stop.
It had waited millennia to speak this word again.
"Vo—"
The Sovereign slammed its head to the ground so hard an entire band of the void snapped like a broken horizon.
Kael's scream tore out of him—
not loud,
not human,
but raw.
"DON'T SAY IT!"
The Architect held out a shaking hand toward him.
"KAEL—FOCUS ON YOURSELF—ON WHO YOU ARE NOW—"
But the sealed Kael only whispered:
"Let it finish."
The void inhaled—
a cosmic, soundless breath—
and then—
It spoke.
Not the full name.
Not yet.
But a piece of it.
A fractured syllable drenched in terror and reverence:
"Vor—"
Kael's chest burst with white agony.
Not pain—
recognition.
Like a piece of himself had just slammed into place.
Like a memory that had teeth.
Like a throne remembering its king.
> [NAME RECONSTRUCTION: 93%]
[THIRD SEAL: FULLY AWAKENED]
Kael collapsed, gasping as if drowning in light and shadow at once.
"What… what is that?" he whispered, voice shaking.
The sealed Kael looked at him with something close to pity.
"That," they said,
"is the first syllable of the name that once unmade the Sovereigns."
The Architect struggled to stand, panic filling their glitching form.
"If the void speaks the next part—Kael, your past self will overwrite this one!"
Kael dug his fingers into the void floor.
"I'M NOT LETTING THAT HAPPEN!"
But the void was already breathing again.
Already shaping the next sound.
Already preparing to finish the name—
The sealed Kael stepped forward, eyes glowing with forbidden truth.
"This is where the Lawless Arc truly begins."
The void exhaled—
Kael's pulse detonated—
The Sovereign bowed deeper—
And the second syllable formed.
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