Nyxborn-The Forgotten Etherium

The world felt hollow.

Vael's wounds had been bandaged, but his mind still thrashed against the confines of forgotten memories.

Renar's gaze was steady as he kept watch over the ruined landscape. The moon above them hung low, casting a dim light over the broken stones and shattered ruins.

"Are you sure it's safe?" Vael's voice cut through the stillness.

Renar didn't take his eyes off the horizon. "No. But it's better than staying here."

They had to move. The Order would be coming for them soon, and Renar could feel it in his bones—the weight of the unspoken words, the silent warning that they weren't just fighting for survival anymore.

They were fighting for answers.

Renar's hand rested on the hilt of his sword as he shifted his weight.

"I need to know."

Vael turned his head, catching the edge of the desperation in Renar's voice.

"What?"

Renar's grip tightened.

"I need to know who you were. What you were before they erased you. What they made you into."

Vael didn't answer immediately. The question hung in the air like a heavy fog, and for a moment, it felt like the entire world held its breath.

He opened his mouth to speak—but closed it just as quickly. The words didn't come.

Instead, a memory surfaced—flickering in his mind like a flash of lightning.

A room. Cold. Stark. A desk in front of him. A figure sitting across from him.

"The first thread…"

The words were faint, distant—but they stuck.

Renar saw the change in Vael's eyes. The way the tension in his body shifted, as if something was about to break free.

"The first thread." Vael whispered it again, more certain now.

Renar's pulse quickened.

"What is it?" he pressed.

Vael's gaze flicked to him. There was something in his eyes—a spark of recognition.

"A code. A trigger."

Renar felt his heart skip.

This wasn't just about memories anymore. It was something far deeper—something buried in the very fabric of their existence.

Vael rubbed his forehead, trying to chase the memory back into focus. His breath became shallow, like he was trying to keep from drowning in the sea of forgotten pieces.

"It's… a phrase. A trigger phrase."

Renar stepped closer. "What phrase?"

Vael closed his eyes, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. **"I can't remember it fully. But I remember the words… 'Eternal Silence.'"

The phrase echoed in Renar's mind. "Eternal Silence."

It felt like an answer—but to what?

Renar turned, pacing, his mind racing. This wasn't just a forgotten memory. This was a key.

The sound of distant footsteps snapped him out of his thoughts.

"We need to go. Now."

He grabbed Vael by the arm, pulling him to his feet.

Vael blinked in surprise but didn't argue.

Together, they began moving swiftly, deeper into the ruins, their steps light but calculated.

The sun would rise soon.

The first rays of light would cast a dim glow over the horizon, and Renar knew that this was a brief moment of calm before the storm. The Order was coming. And the phrase Vael had remembered—"Eternal Silence"—would be the key to unlocking everything.

There was just one problem—

Who would they trust to help them find it?