The sanctum was rarely used—an ancient marble coliseum built before the System fully emerged. Its circular dome shimmered with constellations in real time, mapping threads not just of the stars… but of bloodlines.
All six Pillar Family leaders, their heirs, and the Crown Princess Primira Vastelune gathered in silence.
Even Echo Vault's masked grand seer stood in the shadows, watchful.
Ari stood in the center of the convergence sigil, with Cerys, Lysira, Eluin, and Primira by his side. Each wore ceremonial robes embroidered with lineage threads—but today, all of it would change.
"Before we begin," Ari said calmly, "I want you to understand something."
"Your families erased my people."
"You altered the System to cage your own bloodlines."
"You bound yourselves to the safety of versions, not truth."
The heads of the Six Houses said nothing. For once, there was no arrogance, no defensiveness. Just silence—and fear.
Ari raised a sealed tome: the Originis Codex. In it lay a pre-Signum script—a syntax so ancient it predated even the First Script War.
He looked to Cerys.
"Are you ready?"
She nodded, voice calm. "Let's tear off the mask."
Code Execution Ritual: Reversal of Lineage Patch
Each of the Pillar heirs stepped forward, standing on radiant tiles embedded with their ancestral code.
Cerys Aetherrose – Aetherthread
Lysira Cindergale – Pyreththread
Eluin Larkveil – Veilbound
Primira Vastelune – Luxthread
Kael Duskreign – Nocthread
Thalen Obelmar – Geothread
Ari knelt and drew the Originis Anchor, a triple-threaded sigil.
Then, one by one, he embedded a new patch—not to give them power—but to reconnect them to their original, unedited potential.
The room trembled.
The stars in the dome spun violently.
One by one, the heirs began to shimmer—not with added power, but with clarity.
Cerys's winds turned invisible, bending reality with quantum threadings.
Lysira's flame became living plasma, able to mimic and learn from spells it burned.
Eluin's time magic began echoing multiple futures simultaneously.
Primira's Luxthread gained duality—light and judgment entwined into temporal lockdowns.
Thalen's body hardened, converting damage into spell charges.
Kael's shadows detached from his body—sentient, loyal fragments that whispered truth.
The heads of each family stared in stunned disbelief as the truth surfaced:
Their bloodlines had been butchered. Trimmed down into obedience.
High Matron Aetherrose:
"This power… this was what we once had?"
Ari:
"No. This is only a fraction. You sealed your own lineages to preserve order. To stop others like me from ever reappearing."
Primira stepped forward, eyes wide but composed.
"Then why give it back? Why give us back what you lost?"
Ari looked at them all—every heir, every monarch, every schemer who once saw him as a dangerous anomaly.
"Because you were born in a cage... just like me."
"Now that the war has begun, I'd rather you remember what it means to choose who you become."
"This world is broken. So we rebuild it—not through domination. But through awakening."
The room slowly dimmed. The constellations overhead stilled, and for the first time in millennia, the Thread Star—the mythical node of origin—briefly glowed above them all.
The entire world felt a pulse.
Mages fainted across the continent.
Sigil-tomes flared open on their own.
The System shuddered—briefly—and recalibrated.
All across the world, ancient lineages began to whisper. Forgotten spells flickered in the minds of bloodlines thought to be mundane.
Ari stepped down from the circle.
Cerys walked beside him, proud.
Lysira blushed, unsure what to do with herself.
Eluin kept her hands behind her back, eyes glowing with interlaced sigils—already reading ten seconds into the future.
Primira Vastelune stared at Ari with narrowed eyes and flushed cheeks, biting her lip.
"You're more dangerous than I thought," she muttered.
"And still, you came here to help."
"No," Ari replied quietly. "I came here to remember."