[Sam – Underground Resonance Chamber]
The walls around him pulsed with ancestral echoes—but this time, they didn't comfort him.
They warned him.
He stood at the threshold of a forbidden Vein. A place sealed by the Founding Resonants after the Catastrophe of 1601.
No records. No rites. Only echoes of betrayal.
And yet—it responded to him.
The moment he placed his palm on the old obsidian slab, the visions struck.
Chains. Fire. A hero burning alive before the Katipunan could rise.
The name was redacted, the face erased. But the fury remained.
"They silenced me... not because I failed. But because I questioned them."
Sam gasped, blood leaking from his nose. The connection was unstable—but he'd seen enough.
"Time to let the forgotten speak."
[Masked Girl – Wandering a Memory]
She stood inside a faded classroom.
Chalk on the board.
A child's voice reading aloud from a textbook.
Her voice.
Before the Court. Before the surgery. Before the Vein was twisted.
The textbook had a name crossed out in thick red ink. A full chapter missing.
But she remembered it word for word.
"And he said, 'The revolution is not loyalty to faces—but to the people's truth.'"
The door behind her opened—and the Rift bled in.
Her masters had arrived.
[Shadow Court – Nullified General Activation]
The chamber was cold. Quiet. Not from peace—but absence.
The Ninth Bell rang.
The floor cracked open, revealing a coffin of iron.
Inside: the Nullified General.
Once a Resonantrix Hero. Betrayed. Discredited. Slain—and remade by the Court.
As he stepped out, his eyes were devoid of color.
His voice was dry thunder.
"Who do I kill this time?"
[Final Scene – Battlefield Set-Up]
Sam, Rael, and Valencia step out into a Rift site overrun by temporal distortion.
Time loops flash across the horizon—memories colliding with present events.
The air shudders.
And from the distortion walks two figures:
—The Masked Girl, no longer certain of her masters' truth.
—The Nullified General, dragging a void-forged blade that sings with erased names.
Rael whispers, "We're not ready for this."
Sam cracks his neck.
"Then we'll make history catch up."