The silence after Tyrion's fall hung over Solaria like ash after fire.
No divine knights dared approach Lucian. Priests avoided eye contact. Even the golden banners that once fluttered proudly now sagged in the windless air.
Lucian didn't bask in the moment.
He simply kept walking.
Down the spiraling stairs behind the Grand Cathedral.Down into the Sanctum Beneath—a vault of forbidden records, sealed by divine decree.
No mortals allowed.
No gods permitted.
Only truth dwelled here.
And truth was something Lucian could no longer ignore.
Lysia followed at a distance.
She wasn't ordered to.
But something in her refused to turn back.
She watched him from behind, hand resting on her sword, though she knew it wouldn't help. She had trained with angels, hunted dragons, bled across continents.
But she had never seen someone like him.
Someone who made reality move around him.
And yet, he walked like a man carrying weight he didn't ask for.
The final door was a slab of black obsidian etched with symbols older than any living god.
Lucian raised a hand.
The seal blinked.
Paused.
And then unlocked itself.
Not from obedience.From recognition.
Inside the vault, the air grew cold—not physically, but existentially.
Scrolls hovered mid-air, chained by threads of light. Floating tomes sealed in stasis. Glass coffins containing shards of memory.
Lucian walked past them all.
Until he found it.
A pedestal with no inscription.A cube of swirling stardust and void.A sealed echo of something long forgotten.
And as he reached out—
A voice echoed from within.
"So… the last piece remembers."
Lucian froze.
The voice wasn't external.
It was inside him.
It was him.
Or rather, what he once was.
"You were not meant to wake like this.Not so soon.Not with so much missing.""But the world is cracking. And the gods grow desperate."
Lucian swallowed. "What… am I?"
The voice paused.
"A mistake. A weapon. A judge. A betrayal.""You were once called Primordius. The First Concept. The One Who Named the Stars.""Until they chained you.Rewrote your purpose.Buried your name."
Lucian's head throbbed.
He saw flashes.
Of worlds forming under his fingers.Of gods bowing.Of a woman smiling—and then stabbing him in the back.
"Who did this?" he asked.
And the voice—his voice—answered:
"A god still worshipped. Still ruling. Still lying."
Lucian clenched his fists.
"Give me a name."
"You will know it… when you see her eyes betray you."
Suddenly, the cube cracked.
The stardust flared.
And memory surged into him.
Just a glimpse.
Enough to know he had once created this universe.And that it had turned on him.
Behind him, Lysia stepped forward.
She saw him trembling. Not from weakness, but from memory.
"…What is this place?" she asked quietly.
Lucian turned.
"A tomb," he said. "For truths too dangerous to live."
She looked at the cube. Then at him.
"And you?"
He met her eyes.
"I'm what they tried to bury."
Suddenly, the vault shuddered.
Sirens of divine magic screamed. Light crashed into shadow. The seal reactivated behind them.
"Unauthorized access detected."
Lysia drew her sword. "We have to run!"
Lucian shook his head.
"No."
He walked to the center of the vault.
Lifted one hand.
And wiped the entire security system from existence.
[System Update]
Memory Fragment Absorbed: [Origin Key]Trait Acquired: [True Name Recognition] – Lucian can now see the real names of any being he meetsDivine Lock Broken: 12% Power RecoveredAbility Unlocked: [Conceptual Binding] – Chain any abstract principle (fire, time, light, will) to a targetAlert Triggered: [High Divinity: Elaris Lumina] – Status: Now watching
Above them, in the Temple of Light, the goddess stood still.
Her eyes wide.
"…He found it."
And for the first time, she whispered not as a goddess—but as a girl.
"I'm… sorry."
Back in the vault, Lucian turned to Lysia.
"I'll leave before they come," he said. "This place will fall soon."
But she stepped forward.
"You'll face them alone?"
He nodded.
She looked into his eyes, saw no malice—only pain.
"…Then I'm coming with you."
Lucian paused.
"…Why?"
Lysia answered without hesitation.
"Because I want to know which side I've truly been fighting for."
As the vault collapsed behind them, Lucian and Lysia walked out.
One step closer to truth.
And one step closer to the god who betrayed creation.