After Shadow crushed the Heart of the Shrine, a signal was sent through space and time:
"Reaper-class anomaly has breached the Seal.Initiate Omega Directive.All Architects — awaken."
From the ruins of cities in the sky…From tombs buried beneath black oceans…From stars no longer in the sky…
They came.
Each Architect was a god-machine:
A being of steel, mind, and ancient law.
Immortal.
Unforgiving.
Programmed to destroy anything that remembered the time before them.
Now, they remembered Shadow.
And they were afraid.
Sigma Prime – the first, built to oversee all reality. Looks like a cathedral made of glass and bone, floating upside-down.
Vel-Tor – weapon of annihilation, forged from collapsed suns. Can erase entire cities with thought.
Nemeia – Architect of lies and memory, invades dreams and rewrites souls.
Tzarath – the jailer, who once chained the Abyss itself.
They no longer cared about humanity.They came for one purpose:
To erase Shadow from existence.
He didn't run.
Instead, he stood atop the Heart Shrine, void wings spread wide, and raised his living blade to the sky.
"I remember you," he whispered."You made me. You'll unmake yourselves."
Ashborn roared beside him, reforged by the Abyss — now a hellbeast of shadowed steel with a skull engine and fire for veins.
And somewhere in the shadows behind him, others began to stir…
Other cursed souls.
Other failed experiments.
Shadow was not alone anymore.