The sanctuary was still trembling.
Not from an attack.
Not from an intrusion.
But from something deeper—older.
Like a heart beating again after centuries of silence.
Daniella placed her hand against the engraved wall.
The stone felt warm beneath her fingers.
— Is this me? she whispered.
Kaël shook his head.
— No. Not consciously.
Pyra stepped closer, the fire around her hand softening into something almost reassuring.
— The sanctuary is responding to your presence, Daniella.
— Why?
Kaël moved toward the center of the circular chamber.
There, an ancient stone platform lay engraved with multiple concentric symbols.
He placed his palm on it.
— When an Omega Lymen awakens…
— …the other Bearers feel it, Pyra finished.
One symbol ignited red.
Then another.
Green.
Blue.
Gray.
Daniella took a step back, stunned.
— Wait… each light… that's a person?
Kaël nodded.
— Survivors. Hidden. Scattered.
— Each connected to a different element.
The green light pulsed more intensely.
Pyra smiled faintly.
— That one is Terra. He commands mineral matter—stone, metal, earth itself. He can turn the ground beneath our feet into a weapon… or a shield.
A blue symbol trembled like breathing air.
— Aeris, Kaël said. Air and pressure waves.
— He's fast? Daniella asked. — Too fast, Pyra replied. He never stays still.
A gray flicker shimmered, unstable.
— Nyx. Illusion and concealment. She can erase entire areas from sight if she wants.
Daniella felt a chill crawl up her spine.
— And they're coming… because of me?
Kaël looked her straight in the eyes.
— Not for you.
— With you.
The platform vibrated. A wave of light rippled across the chamber.
Something had been triggered.
—
Miles away…
A young man froze in the middle of a crowded market.
The stone beneath his boots cracked outward.
— Damn it… he muttered.
— Terra?! someone shouted nearby.
He grinned slightly.
— She's awake.
—
On a rooftop battered by wind, a figure halted mid-leap.
The air folded unnaturally around them.
— That feeling…
Aeris pressed a hand to his chest.
— It's happening again.
—
In a narrow alleyway, a young woman observed reality bend and blur around her like heat shimmer.
— A Lymen…
Nyx smiled from within the distortion.
— Finally.
—
Back at the sanctuary.
Daniella sat curled into herself, arms wrapped around her legs.
— What about Hélios? They'll feel something, won't they?
Kaël stiffened.
— They'll sense an echo.
— Not the call itself.
Pyra crossed her arms.
— But it'll be enough to alert them.
— How long before they tighten the hunt? Daniella asked.
Kaël answered instantly.
— A few days. A week, if we're lucky.
She closed her eyes.
— Great. A week to learn how to be a… prophecy.
Kaël knelt in front of her.
— Listen to me, Daniella.
His voice was calm but intense.
— You're not responsible for the future.
— But you can choose how you fight.
She met his gaze, eyes shining.
— And if I refuse?
Pyra placed her warm hand on Daniella's shoulder.
— Then others will decide for you.
Silence fell heavy over the chamber.
Daniella inhaled deeply.
When she opened her eyes, her voice trembled—but she didn't back away.
— Okay.
— I want to learn.
— I want to understand my power.
— And I want to protect those you call "the others."
Kaël smiled. A real one, this time.
— Then welcome, Lymen.
The sanctuary's light pulsed once more—
Brighter.
Clearer.
The generation was coming together.
And somewhere deep within Hélios…
A silent alarm activated.
Something irreversible had begun.