Year: 3388 B.C.
Location: Brussels.
Many years had passed since Kael first arrived in that land.
Time, for an immortal, doesn't run — it sculpts.
Brussels, once just a muddy village of reed huts, had now become a reference point among ancient communities across the continent.
The people there had evolved, even without knowing it.
They now built stone houses, wooden temples carved by hand, primitive irrigation channels, and small caravans connecting nearby settlements in a trade system that was still crude — but growing.
The city didn't rise upward.
It spread outward, as if trying to touch the world.
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Kael moved freely among them.
To the villagers, he was just a traveler — strange, yes, but respected.
A man who brought spices from lands no one had ever seen.
Colorful cloth from Gaul. Salt from Britannia. Polished stones from North Africa. Scents from the Mediterranean coast.
During his truce with LIGA, Kael used part of his freedom to travel on foot.
He visited the south of what would one day be called France — a region of dense forests and silent clans, but with unique talents in pottery and natural dye-making.
He crossed the narrow sea into what we now know as Italy.
There, he found a people with an instinctive sense of beauty and symmetry — even without having a word for "art."
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Kael brought all of it back.
He studied. He documented.
He etched it all into his own stone discs — not the kind that play music, but symbolic records.
Circular tablets where he carved tribal marks, languages, objects, sounds, even scents.
He began to build an archive of the world before the world.
And with each new symbol etched, one question echoed louder in him:
How much of this world will survive?
And what will be forgotten forever?
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Brussels, at that time, was more than a geographic location.
It was an energetic intersection.
A place of meetings, exchanges, ideas, and myths.
A city that already dreamed of the future — even without knowing what "tomorrow" was.
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Kael watched it all with steady eyes and a sharp mind.
He was still the Pedra.
But there…
He was simply a man among men.
A guardian of time observing a world still learning how to stand.