The days at Comandos Base had grown quieter.
Kael no longer walked the corridors with the restlessness he once carried.
He studied. Observed. Waited.
But that morning, the unexpected arrived — not at the door, but through the frequency.
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While browsing through digital archives of human history, indexed only up to the year 2020, an unfamiliar file appeared.
It wasn't listed.
It wasn't from LIGA's system.
Its title:
"for_kael_from_yourself"
When he opened it, the system froze for five seconds.
Then… a video began.
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Black screen.
Then, a hooded figure.
Different from the earlier disc projection.
This time, the image was clear.
The sound — precise.
The voice…
was Kael's.
But older.
Heavier. Time-worn.
— If you're seeing this, then I managed to send it to the right moment.
The figure took a breath.
— I am you. But not the same.
I'm in a time far beyond yours.
And something's wrong with the flow.
Kael stood frozen before the screen.
— LIGA… collapsed.
The portals began acting on their own.
Some of us... became something else.
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The image glitched, but returned.
— You still have choices.
You can still be a bridge… or a wall.
At the end of the recording, a symbol appeared.
Kael knew it.
It was the same one carved into the stone in the cave.
And then, the image vanished.
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Kael stood still.
The message hadn't been intercepted.
LIGA knew nothing.
For the first time, the future was not a concept.
It was a reality asking him for help.