Kael returned to the Comandos Base with the disc hidden beneath his cloak.
He didn't report it to LIGA.
For the first time, he chose to keep a secret.
---
In the study chamber, he spent hours examining the object.
It was light, almost weightless.
Cold like metal, but smooth as polished stone.
No buttons. No inscriptions.
Just the message:
"If you've found me, then we are ready.
But not at the same time."
---
Guided by an instinct he didn't fully understand, Kael carried the disc to the Central Core, where the Portal of the Pedra lay dormant.
As he approached, something unexpected happened.
The disc lit up.
And the portal… responded.
The room awakened.
Hidden panels emerged from the walls.
Lights flickered across the core.
Then, the disc projected a hologram — fragmented and unstable.
A hooded figure. Faceless.
Only a voice:
— Kael…
If you're seeing this, then you already know: LIGA hasn't told you everything.
The image flickered again. Glitched.
More fragments:
— The portal is older than us all.
And there are others like you.
Scattered.
Hidden.
Linked.
Then, silence.
The disc dimmed.
The portal fell quiet.
---
Kael stood there, unmoving.
Had LIGA lied?
What else had they hidden?
Back at the communication chamber, Mister was already waiting on the screen.
"Find anything during your walk?" he asked.
Kael gave a faint smile.
"Just trees, stones… and a few questions."
Mister didn't press further.
But Kael noticed:
his eyes were uneasy.
---
That same night, in the village, something impossible happened:
The sky tore open for a brief moment.
A glowing streak cut through the stars.
A tear in space…
and time blinked.
Villagers reported seeing strange visions:
Winged horses. Metallic cities.
A different Kael — dressed in unknown robes.
It lasted less than a minute.
Then it was gone.
But Kael already knew:
The timeline had been touched.
---
Now, he had to choose:
Follow the path LIGA set for him…
or carve his own trail through time.