The Codex split open.
Its bark-like cover cracked, runes blazing out like roots ripped from the earth. Pages of living light spun into the cavern, shedding emerald sparks. The air thickened with the scent of sap and stone, until every breath burned in Draven's chest.
Feyra pressed close, her body trembling yet defiant. Stonehide planted itself, plates cracked but pulsing green, keeping rhythm with the Codex's glow.
One page stilled. Blank. Waiting.
Runes seared across its surface:
Name: Solen Draven
Age: 23
Then, carved into being itself:
Remark: No chains. Only choice.
A lotus of emerald fire bloomed over his heart, petals burning into his flesh, pulsing with life.
The Codex had bound him.
From the blaze rose a dragon vast as forests.
Scales of bark and stone. Antlers like branches heavy with glowing leaves. Wings like canopies, trailing vines that bloomed and withered in each beat. Eyes burned with the weight of ages.
The Verdant Warden.
Draven's body quivered, every instinct to kneel. But the Warden only gazed, its voice pressing into his marrow.
"Chains bind. You free. Bearer of Life… bloom."
The words carved themselves into his soul. Then the Warden dissolved into motes of emerald, scattering into silence.
The Codex flared again.
Runes poured from its pages, not rigid but flowing, curling like vines, blooming into petals that scattered before breaking apart. Chains shimmered, then shattered. For an instant Draven saw it: marks that did not enslave, but grew.
The Bloomscript.
He reached, but it slipped away. A seed, waiting.
Light cascaded.
Draven gasped as warmth surged through him. Scars sealed. Cuts vanished. His chest blazed with renewal.
Feyra howled as her small body ignited, fur threaded with green, aura bursting outward in healing waves. Her form shone Noble.
Stonehide bellowed, emerald veins blazing, plates hardening into jade. A living fortress of shield-light enveloped it.
Both reborn. Nobles.
Far away, the Sanctuary stirred.
Mira awoke with a cry as warmth exploded in her chest.
Luma, the scarred goat, bleated, its old wounds gone.
The lame hound stood without limp, eyes bright.
The mule brayed, muscles thickened with strength.
The ox shook itself, vitality restored.
Birds with broken wings spread them wide, feathers glowing faint green.
The scarred pig squealed, hide shimmering tougher than before.
They were still Servitors — but each bore a spark, a step toward growth.
Then Mira gasped as an emerald lotus shimmered over her chest, glowing once before fading. It was not hers. It was an echo, a heartbeat shared through every bond tied to one man.
And with it came a name, pressed into her soul:
Solen Draven.
She clutched her chest, trembling, surrounded by beasts wide-eyed and reverent.
"Draven… what have you done?"
Back in the chamber, the Codex dimmed, its storm settling.
Draven stood straighter, the lotus pulsing over his heart. Feyra crouched at his side, Stonehide loomed behind, both radiant.
And the Codex's first page shone, runes etched forever.
[Genesis Codex: First Page]
Name: Solen Draven
Age: 23
Abilities:
Minor Healing — Lotus mark pulses, knitting shallow wounds and easing fatigue.
Summon Bonded Beast — Can call bonded companions across short distances.
Bonds:
Feyra — Noble • Healing Pulse
Emits waves of life-energy that mend shallow wounds and refresh vitality.
Stonehide — Noble • Living Bulwark
Plates harden with emerald runes, forming a shield that can absorb great force.
Linked Bonds (Sanctuary):
Luma, scarred goat — healed, latent growth awakened.
Lame hound — limp eased, senses sharpened.
Mule — strength expanded, stamina doubled.
Ox — vitality restored, pull-force steadier.
Bent-winged birds — wings mended, feathers glowing faint.
Scarred pig — flesh renewed, hide tougher.
Remark
No chains. Only choice.
Title
Bearer of Life — Seed Blooming
(Titles inscribed by the Codex may grant hidden powers.)
The page pulsed once, in time with his heartbeat.
Draven raised his head, eyes blazing green fire.
"The heart of the Ruins has chosen," he whispered. Feyra and Stonehide pressed close, Nobles reborn.
He touched the lotus burning at his chest.
"And so has Life itself."