"We don't just fight for the present anymore," Arky squeaked, puffing out his chest despite the trembling in his paws. "We’re fighting for the right to stay real!"
"You seek to save this world, Heir," the phantom spoke, its voice a chorus of a thousand lost souls. "But you are merely a puppet in a play that has been performed six times before. I am the memory of what was deleted. I am the 'Abandoned Code'." r-epic7
The sky over Ritania was a bruised purple, the kind of hue that signaled an incoming Chaos Gate. Ras Elclare, the Heir of the Covenant, stood at the edge of the Sanctuary, his hand resting on the hilt of the Holy Sword. Behind him, the Guardians whispered of a rift that shouldn’t exist—a flicker in the Archdemon's legacy that felt less like malice and more like a glitch in the celestial clockwork. "We don't just fight for the present anymore,"
Ras lunged forward, the Holy Sword erupting in a brilliance that defied the Goddess's design. This wasn't just a battle against an Archdemon; it was a fight against the very concept of "The End." If they could defeat the Echo, they could finally break the cycle and ensure that the Seventh World would be the last—and the most permanent. I am the memory of what was deleted