POV 1: DYUG – INNER VAULT CHAMBER, DEEP BELOW ANTARCTICA

The Vault’s obsidian doors creaked open, breathing ancient, magical air into Dyug’s lungs. He stepped forward slowly, hand clasped firmly in Mary’s. The silence inside was total—so pure it hurt. There was no light source, yet the air shimmered, revealing walls pulsing faintly with blue veins of moonstone.

It wasn’t just a chamber.

The walls shimmered with crystalline veins of moonstone, pulsing softly with every heartbeat—his heartbeat.

It was alive.

“It feels like… me,” Dyug whispered.

Mary nodded. “Because it is. This isn’t a memory vault made by the elves. It’s you. A part of you, buried by Luna’s blessing or curse.”

He swallowed hard. The path ahead rippled like liquid stone, constantly reshaping. One moment it was a corridor, the next a lush forest clearing from his childhood, then a royal courtroom lined with shadows of judging queens.

From one of those shadows stepped a girl—blonde-haired, golden-eyed, armored like a Sun Knight. A younger Mary.

“You betrayed her,” she said, voice flat.

“I would never.”

The reflection grinned with jagged teeth.

“You will,” she said coldly. “Unless you prove otherwise.”

Before Dyug could speak, the illusion shattered into gold dust, evaporating into silence.

Mary placed a hand over his racing heart. “These aren’t attacks. They’re truths twisted by fear. We don’t fight the Vault. We walk through it.”

POV 2: JAMIE LANCASTER – PERIMETER RIDGE OUTSIDE THE VAULT, ANTARCTICA

Outside the Vault, far above, Jamie approached the distorted ridge that served as its outer seal. Snow had stopped falling, the clouds above frozen mid-twist in unnatural shapes.

Reina whispered, “This isn’t normal reality. The closer we get, the more physics breaks.”

Jamie checked her artifact—a crystalline relic recovered from the elven-controlled southern barrens. It pulsed with erratic heat, then cold, as though confused by the very air.

“It's distorting cause,” Jamie muttered. “Time, memory, logic—they don’t follow here.”

"It's rewriting the laws," Reina said. "This place doesn't just repel time—it rewrites cause."

Jamie narrowed her eyes. “Then it’s time to break some rules.”

She unsheathed her blade. Not a sword, but a weapon built on Earth, forged in secret Indian labs that studied Dyug during his capture after the first invasion in South China Sea—designed to pierce magical fabric.

She sliced downward through the air.

Reality flinched.

POV 3: DYUG – MEMORY HALL, INSIDE THE VAULT

Inside, Dyug and Mary found a new chamber. A dais. Seated atop it—himself. Or rather, the idealized version of himself. Young, proud, untouched by war.

“Hello, Me,” the real Dyug said softly.

“I was you once,” the echo replied. “You wanted to be great. Remember?”

“I remember wanting to be free.”

“Hmm is that so,” the reflection said. “You were once me. Now you’re... broken.”

“I was never whole,” Dyug replied. “But I’m learning.”

“No. You wanted to be remembered.” The echo stepped forward, eyes glowing. “But memory isn’t kind. It reshapes. It lies. It imprisons.”

The chamber darkened. Another voice emerged—from nowhere. From the walls.

“This is what the Entity feeds upon. Your truth distorted. The Vault is a song—it echoes only what you fear the most.”

Mary turned, suddenly clutching her side. Blood.

“Mary—!”

She shook her head. “No wounds. Just... echoes. Echoes of what could happen.” She smiled weakly. “Don’t believe them. Remember me as I am, not as the Vault says.”

The reflection smiled. “Then let’s see what you remember.”

It hurled a spear—his old war spear, the one from the day he led the South China Sea invasion.

Dyug didn’t dodge.

He stepped forward.

The weapon passed through him like light through mist.

Mary exhaled in relief. “You didn’t reject your past. You accepted it.”

The chamber shifted again.

A staircase spiraled downward, etched in memory and stone.

On the wall:

"Those who are remembered must walk the longest."

Dyug nodded.

Together, they descended.

POV 4: SOLOMON KANE – SNOW-SPLIT PLATEAU NEAR THE VAULT, ANTARCTICA

Kneeling beside the vault’s outer edge, Solomon trembled.

Reina touched his shoulder. “You’re freezing. You need to—”

“I remember,” Solomon whispered, eyes distant.

Jamie leaned in. “What do you mean?”

His voice was soft. “The first Vault wasn’t sealed. It was forgotten. Hidden through magic and trauma. We didn’t trap the Entity. We lost the memory of it.”

Reina’s face paled. “You’re saying memory is the key?”

“No. I’m saying someone is picking the lock.”

POV 5: QUEEN ELARA – HIGH SANCTUM OF THE CRESCENT PALACE, FORESTIA

Deep within the Elven homeland, Queen Elara stood within a ritual circle of black lunar ash, surrounded by priestesses chanting sacred invocations. Her eyes shimmered with liquid silver. The moon above bent slightly, as though watching.

In front of her stood a great obsidian mirror.

Her reflection blinked—and changed.

It was her, yes—but younger

, untouched by war or grief. And beside that younger version stood someone Elara hadn’t seen in centuries:

Luna, not as a goddess, but as a sister. Hair tied in a braid. Eyes filled with warmth instead of divinity.

“You banished me,” the reflection said.

“You weren’t divine enough,” Elara answered.

“No,” Luna’s fragment said. “I was too human.”

Elara’s voice didn’t tremble. “Then return. The world forgot you. But the Vault hasn’t.”

The mirror cracked.

POV 6: DYUG – FINAL DESCENT CHAMBER, CORE OF THE VAULT

At the bottom of the staircase, Dyug reached a chamber wreathed in shadow. Floating within it—an echo of himself.

But this one wore a silver crown. His features were crueler. Sharper.

“Who are you?”

The crowned echo smiled. “The part of you that remembers what you wanted before love changed you. Power. Throne. Legacy.”

Mary stepped forward, sword half-drawn. “He’s not you anymore.”

Dyug shook his head. “No... He’s who I could have been.”

And as the shadow version opened its eyes, the Vault trembled.

POV 7: UNNAMED MERCENARY – RUINED COASTLINE, ANTARCTIC SOUTHERN REACH

Far away, on Antarctica’s ruined shores, the Black Sun Mercenaries huddled around a fire. The ice behind them cracked.

A High Priestess of the Abyss emerged, eyes glowing violet.

She placed her hand against the cave wall.

Across the world, the Vault reacted.

The shadow of Dyug rose.

And it remembered.