When the light faded, silence fell like snow.
The battlefield was a graveyard of echoes—bodies of alternate selves dissolving into shimmering dust, each one vanishing with a whisper of memory.
Valerian stood at the epicenter, sword still drawn, breath ragged.
Alex's form lay collapsed beside him, half-buried in ash and broken stone. His expression was unreadable—peaceful, almost amused. Not dying. Not pleading.
Watching.
"You still think this is the end?" Alex asked, voice hoarse.
Valerian didn't answer. His grip tightened around his blade. He was bleeding from a dozen wounds, his armor scorched, but he remained standing.
"You killed your past," Alex continued. "Good. But the past was never your enemy."
The air around them shimmered—warped.
Lira limped into view, clutching her side. "Valerian—something's wrong with the sky."
He turned.
The clouds above were spinning. Not just weather. The heavens were bending, pulled inward like a vortex. The very stars seemed to twist, pulled toward an invisible point above the battlefield.
The system pinged, its voice flatter than usual.
> [System Notice: Interdimensional breach forming...]
[Classified anomaly has reached threshold: THE FINAL GATE IS OPENING.]
Valerian's heart sank.
Alex laughed—bloody, bitter, victorious. "You killed me. You killed the echoes. But you didn't destroy the system. You activated it."
"What did you do?" Valerian demanded.
"I didn't do anything," Alex said with a smile. "You did. When you embraced your full self, when you surpassed every echo... the system marked you. Not as villain. Not as hero."
A final ping echoed through Valerian's mind, sharper than the rest.
> [Designation Updated: Gatekey.]
[Warning: You are now the anchor between dimensions.]
A flash of violet light erupted above them.
A rift tore across the sky—jagged like broken glass. From within it pulsed a void that reeked of eternity. It was darkness beyond darkness, and yet within it, one could see every possibility, every failure, every world undone.
Seraphine stumbled forward, shielding her eyes. "What… is that?"
"The Final Gate," Selene murmured, her voice hollow.
Valerian staggered as a force slammed into his chest—not physical, but spiritual. Something inside him responded to the gate. A thread pulled taut, like a leash from the stars.
The gate had recognized him.
And now, it was opening.
"Valerian!" Kael shouted. "Back away from it!"
"I… can't."
He was rooted. The energy from the rift wrapped around him like chains of code. System sigils spiraled from his skin, glowing brighter than ever before.
Then came the whisper.
Not Alex.
Not the system.
Something older.
> "We have waited so long… Gatekey…"
The voice came from within the gate. It wasn't one voice—it was a chorus. Male and female. Young and ancient. Divine and monstrous.
Lira reached for him. "Valerian, fight it!"
He clenched his jaw, focusing every ounce of his will. The fire in his veins burned violet as he resisted the pull.
But the gate… wanted him.
No. It needed him.
Images flooded his mind:
—A world where he became a god and wiped out all others.
—Another where he was torn apart by his own power.
—One where Lira killed him in cold blood.
—One where the system consumed all life.
And one… where the gate itself walked the earth in his form.
The truth slammed into him like a thunderclap.
"The system… wasn't choosing a savior," he whispered. "It was cultivating a key. Someone strong enough, broken enough, desperate enough to unlock the gate."
Alex coughed a laugh. "You were never the villain, Valerian. You were the door."
Seraphine roared a spell and launched it into the sky. Flames coiled into a phoenix, striking the rift—but it passed through harmlessly.
Nothing affected it.
Selene stepped beside Valerian, blade drawn, eyes cold. "Then we sever the anchor."
She turned her weapon toward him.
Kael leapt between them. "Don't you dare. He's not the enemy!"
Valerian's body convulsed. His veins glowed. The power of the gate was fusing with the system. He felt it rewriting him on a fundamental level—code and soul entwining.
Then came the final blow:
> [New Protocol Unlocked: Gatewalker.]
[Warning: If synchronization completes, host will cease to exist in this reality.]
"I'm losing control," he muttered.
Lira stepped forward, her voice trembling. "Then we'll bring you back."
Valerian looked into her eyes. "You don't understand. If I fall in… the gate doesn't just open. It invades. It remakes everything."
He turned to Alex, who had now vanished into the dust—no corpse, no blood.
Just gone.
Of course.
He wasn't the enemy.
He was the catalyst.
Suddenly, the wyrm returned—his draconic war-beast summoned earlier, now infused with the same violet glow pulsing from Valerian's chest.
It roared toward the heavens, then descended and coiled around Valerian protectively.
The others backed away as the shadows intensified.
"Valerian, you have to fight it!" Lira cried.
He looked at her, his voice strained. "I don't think I'm supposed to."
"What do you mean?"
"I think… I was made for this moment."
The system pulsed again.
> [Final Directive Available: Take the Throne of the Gate.]
[Rejecting will result in system corruption.]
Valerian laughed softly—broken, tired, furious. "Of course. The system never wanted a happy ending."
Kael gritted his teeth. "Then write your own."
Valerian stared at the rift above. So vast. So full of pain. So full of power.
He could feel the temptation.
To rule.
To reshape.
To undo.
All of it.
One word, and the gate would obey.
But then he remembered Lira's tears. Selene's blade beside his. Seraphine's flame.
Kael's undying loyalty.
His friends.
His choices.
His humanity.
Valerian raised both hands. Power surged. The world shook.
"I am not your gatekey," he roared. "I am your warden."
He forced the power inward. Into himself. Denying the rift, denying the throne, denying the system's final path.
The wyrm shrieked, breaking apart into smoke.
The sky cracked with thunder. The rift screamed.
And then—silence.
The gate sealed.
The clouds returned.
Valerian collapsed to his knees, smoke rising from his skin. The marks faded. The code stopped pulsing.
Lira caught him. "Valerian…"
"I'm here," he whispered.
Kael let out a breath. "Is it over?"
Selene's voice was distant. "No."
They all turned.
Where the rift once hung in the sky…
A new shape now hovered.
A silhouette.
Humanoid. Cloaked. Watching.
Not a god.
Not a system.
Something else entirely.
> [Notice: Intruder Entity Detected. Origin: UNKNOWN.]
Seraphine narrowed her eyes. "We stopped the gate…"
"No," Valerian whispered, eyes wide.
"We opened the wrong one."