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OVERVIEW?
"Child of the Stars, Son of Mother Nature, Archangel of the weak—your time has come to rest. Let the winds guide you to your kyrr, let the rain wash away your sorrow, the waters cleanse you, and the soil nourish you. Bury with yourself the weight of the blood you have spilled."
— A mysterious whispering voice, offering peace to the Archangel after the Archdemon genocide, as he kneels upon the trembling ground, death drawing near. He extends his arms, shaking with pain, slowly embraced by creeping veins and blooming flowers. The wind stirs his long hair, and his eyes glow faintly indigo in the gray contrast of distant thunder
Test Subject Number 2, later known only as The Archangel was not born, but made. A humanoid hybrid, it was the result of an incomplete experiment once spearheaded by the Archangels themselves. At the core of its being was an unfinished prototype: an experimental Gravinium biomechanical exosuit "Romulus", left abandoned after the fall of the Archangelic research initiative.
The origin of this being traces back to the final moments of The Forgotten Planet. At the invitation of the sentient interface within the Lotus Facility, the dying physicist Harrison Wells was placed into a specialized containment chamber hidden deep beneath the ice-scoured surface of HyperBorea—formerly cataloged only as the "Forgotten Planet."
Nearly two centuries passed.
Then, at the opening of The Fallen Angels in mid 26th century, the figure emerged—reborn. The Archangel became an unexpected ally to the human coalition, aiding in their desperate attempt to halt the emergence of the Archdemons and prevent the onset of a second galactic war in the Milky Way.
Appearance
The Archangel's appearance bore little resemblance to humanity. Where flesh once lived, only machinery remained—an obsidian warform sheathed in experimental armor. From head to toe, the body was encased in a seamless black metal, a remnant of an ancient and forgotten era. It was not a product of human engineering, but a prototype reverse-engineered by the Archangels themselves—born of Test Subject Number 1's recovered relic: the Remus Suit, discovered deep within an uncharted region of the Unknown Galaxy.
The successor prototype, unofficially dubbed Romulus, was a more advanced but unfinished iteration. Its sleek plating was etched with linear conduits of light that pulsed and shifted in color—status indicators woven into the armor itself. Among them, Royal Archangelic Purple signified operational normalcy, a calm glow that masked the danger within.
The host's body, once human, was largely preserved by the containment chamber and the suit’s life-sustaining systems. But one haunting anomaly remained: the immune rejection of the eyes. For reasons still unknown, the body treated the ocular implants as foreign invaders, slowly eroding them over time. By the time of awakening, The Archangel had no eyes. In the first phase of his return, he relied entirely on the suit’s external sensory systems: sonar, thermal overlays, and electromagnetic field mapping. Only in the second act of his reawakening did a transformation occur.
The Tesseragon Eyes, naturaly awakened through unknown mechanisms within the suit and the eye host’s modified genetics—replaced what had been lost. Unlike normal vision, the Tesseragon granted the Archangel four-dimensional perception, enabling him to see the world not as a flat cascade of moments, but as a stack of overlapping spatial realities, like a deck of shifting cards. More than sight—it was insight.
With this awakening, The Archangel could see through surfaces, comprehend angles forbidden to Euclidean minds, and perceive broader spectrums of light—including ultraviolet, redshift bands and spatial distortions imperceptible to the human eye. In gaining the Tesseragon, the war machine had become something far more dangerous than either human or Archangels had intended: a weapon with vision beyond reality.
Seven Nations Army:
Logistical Aid:
Opposing Forces:
Cause of Deaths:
- Feudal Lord Lucifer
- Beheaded by Archangel
- Feudal Lord Mammon
- Fell into sabotage setup by Athezians
- Feudal Lord Asmodeus
- Executed by Emerald Specnaz
- Feudal Lord Beelzebub
- Assasinated by Feudal Lord Leviathan
- Feudal Lord Satan
- Shelled by Nuclear armed Artillery
- Feudal Lord Belphegor
- Murdered by Lucifer as a warning
The Aces (Abilities)
Within the mythology of the Romulus gravisuit, its most extraordinary powers are known as Aces. These are conceptualized as a high-stakes mental Poker game, where mastery is achieved by assembling a Full House: four Aces and one King—each symbolizing an unparalleled feat of gravitational manipulation.
Over time, the Archangels came to understand how the Romulus model functioned, and gradually, its latent abilities began to manifest through the user's will and connection to the Graviton Quantum Field.
\Huge \heartsFirst Ace: The Fractal Covering Field
A defensive mechanism that projects a semi-sentient spatial barrier capable of switching modes between absorption and deflection by bending spacetime into a fractal interspace—an infinite microcosm hidden within the fabric of spacetime. This field traps incoming high-velocity projectiles within its recursive depths.
- Drawback: Once the field collapses—either by exceeding the Fractal Constant or reaching its energy limit—all absorbed material is violently expelled. This release can endanger the user.
- Limitation: The field only interacts with objects above certain asymptotic velocity thresholds; slower objects pass through unimpeded.
Mathematical Perspective:
The Fractal Covering Field is modeled as a mapping of the exterior spacetime metric g_{\mu\nu} into a recursively-scaled “interspace” metric \tilde g_{\mu\nu}. At radius r around the user:
\tilde g_{\mu\nu}(r) = \Lambda\bigl(r;C_f\bigr)\;g_{\mu\nu}
where the fractal warp factor \Lambda\bigl(r;C_f\bigr) is given by an iterative scaling:
N_{\max} = \frac{\ln C_f}{\ln s}, \quad \Lambda(r\to0;C_f)\to s^{N_{\max}} = C_f.
- s>1 is the base zoom factor per iteration.
- C_f = s^{N_{\max}} is the Fractal Constant (maximal zoom depth).
- N(r) counts how many fractal “layers” fit inside radius r.
smooth switch between absorption and deflection modes can be encoded by a logistic function of the current energy density \mathcal E:
\mathcal M(\mathcal E) = \frac{1}{1 + e^{-\,k(\mathcal E - \mathcal E_0)}},
so that:
\begin{cases} \mathcal M\approx1 & (\text{Absorption}),\\ \mathcal M\approx0 & (\text{Deflection}). \end{cases}
- \mathcal E_0 is the pivot energy density where the field flips behavior.
- k controls how sharply the switch occurs.
Only projectiles with speed v \geq v_{\rm thr}} interact. Using the Heaviside step:
\Theta\bigl(v - v_{\rm thr}\bigr), \quad v_{\rm thr} = \alpha\,c,
The E_{\rm abs}(t) is cumulative energy absorbed, And field has an energy capacity E_{\max}. Then:
E_{\rm abs}(t) = \int_0^t \Lambda\bigl(r(t');C_f\bigr)\; K\bigl(v(t')\bigr)\; \mathcal M\bigl(\mathcal E(t')\bigr)\; \Phi_{\rm in}(t')\;dt'.
Where \Phi_{\rm in} is incoming power density.
The Collapse itselfs occurs the first time under condition:
E_{\rm abs}(t) \ge E_{\max} \quad\Longrightarrow\quad \text{Field collapse \& expulsion of }E_{\rm abs}.
Now the Fractal-depth & brick-wall limit: Because the interspace is infinite but the fractal constant caps it, the maximum iteration is:
N_{\max} = \frac{\ln C_f}{\ln s}
so no matter how small r gets, Nothing can zoom past C_f. When r\to0, the warp factor saturates:
\Lambda(r\to0;C_f)\to s^{N_{\max}} = C_f
Putting it all together A projectile of mass m, speed v \geq v_{\rm thr}}, striking at radius r sees an effective metric:
ds^2 = \bigl[\Lambda(r;C_f)\bigr]\, g_{\mu\nu}\,dx^\mu\,dx^\nu.
and contributes to absorption only when \mathcal M(\mathcal E)≈1. When E_{\rm abs}(t) \ge E_{\max}, the field can no longer sustain \Lambda, and reverts to \Lambda = 1 with a violent release of energy.
Baseline Functions: Pull & Push
Core to the Remus and Romulus systems are reliable manipulations of spacetime curvature, basic "Push" and "Pull" techniques that excite the Graviton field, allowing the user to attract or repel objects at will.
- No known drawbacks; these are stable, low-energy manipulations.
Mathematical Perspective:
The user excites the Graviton Quantum Field (Spacetime). Linearized field equation with source describes how the user injects gravitons into the field as an effective source S_{\mu \nu}
\Box\,h_{\mu\nu}(x) = -\,\frac{16\pi G}{c^4}\,T_{\mu\nu}(x) \;+\;S_{\mu\nu}(x),
We use a A Newtonian-style scalar potential \Psi(r) with a tunable coupling α for static potential of Push / Pull:
\Phi(r) = \pm\,\alpha\,\frac{G\,M_{\rm usr}}{r}, \quad \begin{cases} +\;\text{“Push”} \\[4pt] -\;\text{“Pull”} \end{cases}
Then a plane-wave ansatz for the released gravitons traveling toward/away from the user:
h_{\mu\nu}(x,t) = A\,e_{\mu\nu}\, \exp\bigl[i(\mathbf{k}\cdot\mathbf{x}-\omega t)\bigr], \quad \omega = c|\mathbf{k}|.
User can make the pull stronger for faster targets by trigger kernel (velocity-dependent coupling):
\kappa(v) = 1 + \gamma\bigl(\tfrac{v}{c}\bigr)^n, \quad \mathbf{a}(r,v) = -\kappa(v)\,\alpha\,G\,M_{\rm usr}\,\frac{\mathbf{\hat r}}{r^2}.
The result causes target's Geodesic to curve in direction of attraction and intersesct with the user, resulting acceleration (geodesic deviation) is the force per unit mass on a target at radius r:
\mathbf{a}(r) = -\,\nabla\Phi(r) = \mp\,\alpha\,G\,M_{\rm usr}\,\frac{\mathbf{\hat r}}{r^2}.
Metric perturbation in the weak limit relates the scalar potential to the tt–component of the metric:
g_{tt}(r) \approx -\Bigl(1 + \tfrac{2\,\Phi(r)}{c^2}\Bigr), \quad g_{ij}(r) \approx \delta_{ij}\Bigl(1 - \tfrac{2\,\Phi(r)}{c^2}\Bigr).
Targeted Breach
Creates a localized spatial collapse, effectively "cutting" a designated section of reality, ideal for precision strikes or tactical repositioning.
When used in tandem with the Blue Tesseragon, the breach can generate nonlinear angles of attack and spatial flanks. No major drawbacks; highly efficient when used with spatial awareness.
Mathematical Perspective:
For Breach region indicator, we can define the cut-out region \chi_B of radius R_B centered at \mathbf{x}_0, where \Theta is the Heaviside step.
\chi_B(\mathbf{x}) = \Theta\bigl(R_B - \|\mathbf{x}-\mathbf{x}_0\|\bigr)
Apply a sudden collapse inside \chi_B, \psi(\mathbf{x}) = 1 \;-\;\lambda\,\chi_B(\mathbf{x}), effective metric after breach becomes g'_{\mu\nu}(\mathbf{x}) = \psi(\mathbf{x})\,g_{\mu\nu}, so that inside \chi_B the geometry collapses \psi < 1.
As mentioned, Indigo tesseragon capable of comprehending Shadows of 4 Dimensional objects, and see routes of \mathcal w axis. Reconnecting flank via Blue Tesseragon, a 4D hyper-rotation T_{\rm Tess} “flanks” the breach at angled manifold seams:
\mathbf{x}' \;=\; T_{\rm Tess}^{(4)}(\boldsymbol\phi)\;\mathbf{x}, \qquad \bigl[T_{\rm Tess}^{(4)}\bigr]^{i}{}_{j} = \exp\!\bigl(\phi_{ab}\,M^{ab}\bigr)^{i}{}_{j},
where \phi_{ab} are the chosen 4D rotation angles and M^{ab} the generators.
Stitching in the flanked cut gives:
g''_{\mu\nu}(\mathbf{x}) = \bigl[1-\chi_B(\mathbf{x})\bigr]\,g_{\mu\nu} \;+\; \chi_B(\mathbf{x})\, \bigl(T_{\rm Tess}^{(4)}\,g\,T_{\rm Tess}^{(4)\,T}\bigr)_{\mu\nu}.
\Huge \diamondsSecond Ace: Gravitational Flux Perception
When paired with the Indigo Tesseragon, the user gains the ability to see gravitational flux—invisible currents in spacetime. These can then be reshaped and weaponized:
- As barriers, to deflect objects or attacks.
- As weapons, to slice through or compress matter via gravitational stress.
Singularity Collapse
By concentrating Gravitons into a pinpoint, the user creates a temporary micro-singularity—a centralised gravitational pull that can distort or crush nearby matter.
Drawback: Time-intensive; requires line-of-sight and fine targeting.
Mathematical Perception:
If user concentrate N_g gravitons each of energy \hbar\ \omega, the total mass–energy is:
M_{\rm eff} = \frac{N_g\,\hbar\,\omega}{c^2}.
The radius of the temporary event horizon that arises from the concentration is:
r_s = \frac{2\,G\,M_{\rm eff}}{c^2} = \frac{2\,G\,N_g\,\hbar\,\omega}{c^4}.
Around the pinch point, the line element is
ds^2 = -\Bigl(1 - \frac{r_s}{r}\Bigr)c^2\,dt^2 + \Bigl(1 - \frac{r_s}{r}\Bigr)^{-1}dr^2 + r^2\,d\Omega^2.
The caused Curvature is measured using Kretschmann scalar at radius r
K(r) = R_{\mu\nu\rho\sigma}R^{\mu\nu\rho\sigma} = \frac{48\,G^2\,M_{\rm eff}^2}{c^4\,r^6}
The whole tiny "Black Hole", aka Gravitational Well evaporates rapidly in accordance to Hawking Radiation:
\tau \sim \frac{5120\pi\,G^2\,M_{\rm eff}^3}{\hbar\,c^4}.
Gravitino Materialization
Converts raw energy into Gravitino projectiles, capable of being launched at extreme velocities.
- Drawback: Recoil is immense; may dislocate or injure the firing limb if not braced correctly.
\Huge \clubsThird Ace: Electrogravitic Curvature and Illusions
An advanced manipulation of Electrogravitism, the user bends light and spacetime to: Blind opponents using searing curvature flares. Create holographic decoys or "shadow clones" by warping local light geodesics, similar to Photon Ring of Gravitational Well. Cause combustion in environments with volatile gases, using focused energy curvature. This Ace was pivotal when Archangel blinded and fooled Lucifer himself.
Gravitational Slingshot Redirection
Given enough time and vector computation, the user can create a gravitational slingshot line to capture and redirect incoming projectiles—reversing their trajectory or amplifying their impact.
\Huge \spadesuitFourth Ace: The Ultimate Sacrifice – Becoming a Gravitational Well
The most destructive and dangerous Ace. By compressing vast quantities of Gravitinos, the user temporarily becomes a Gravitational Well, attracting everything in a wide radius before violently reversing the pull into a radial blast.
- Drawback: Extreme danger of self-collapse or being crushed by incoming mass. Only Lucifer is known to have survived this Ace's full activation.
Dance of Accretion
A secondary mode of the Fourth Ace—this technique draws in gas and matter, heating it through relativistic velocity to form a torrid plasma shroud, mimicking the accretion disk of a gravitational well. Provides a high-temperature aura of protection.
Curvature Time Dilation
A technique exclusive to Lucifer, used in tandem with the Fourth Ace. By warping spacetime to extreme degrees, Lucifer created a temporal stasis zone, delaying enemy action through time dilation—buying critical seconds in the heat of battle.
Dance of Ergosphere
Similar to Dance of Accretion, user can create frame-dragging in angular circumference, not in intensivities of real gravitational wells, but enough to deviate objects and projectiles
🂮The King: Hands of Vishnu
A highly advanced spatial manipulation technique, Hands of Vishnu manifests as a series of invisible, semi-autonomous extensions formed by concentrated Gravitational Stress Fields. These "hands" can bend, grip, deflect, or strike—acting as extra limbs of force controlled by thought and reflex, capable of multitasking in combat, utility operations, or deception.
- Unlike mechanical limbs, these constructs operate within nonlocal vectors, allowing them to act across short spatial folds, even striking from oblique or indirect angles.
- Each “hand” is woven through micro-curvatures in spacetime, giving them both strength and intangibility, depending on their phase state.
During the encounter, Archangel used the Hands of Vishnu in combination with the Third Ace (illusion and light manipulation) to trick Lucifer. By creating false positions and blinding flares, the Archangel misled Lucifer’s Crimson Eye, and then used the invisible hands to attack from a vector undetectable to direct vision.
Even more critically, the attack bypassed the Fractal Barrier of the First Ace by exploiting its known weakness: non-projectile, indirect force application beneath the asymptotic safety threshold. The Indigo Tesseragon predicted the correct angle of attack, allowing the Archangel to land a blow within the blind spot of the Remus Suit's defenses.
Key Attributes:
- Non-linear Attack Vectors: Bypasses direct shielding.
- Predictive Trajectory Synced with Indigo Tesseragon: Grants surgical precision.
Illusion Integration: Best fusion with Third Ace deception abilities.
Drawback: High cognitive load; maintaining multiple gravitational hands demands sharp focus and significant neurological bandwidth managing the suit. Overuse may result in mental strain, disorientation, or neural misfire, especially if tesseragons are already active and engaged in predictive operations.
War in Heavens: The History of Remus and Romulus
The Fallen Angel
In the long, starlit history of the Milky Way, few rivaled the Archangels in the art of exploration. While empires rose with weapons and fell with blood, the Archangels carried neither sword nor fleet. Their power lay in curiosity, in science, and in their endless pursuit of truth. For over a million years, they charted the forgotten corners of the galaxy—not as conquerors, but as pilgrims of knowledge.
They traversed the galaxy using the Bridges—vast constructs suspended across the intergalactic void, operating beyond the constraints of classical spacetime.In unknown corners of a Galaxy, A seldom-explored spiral of collapsed stars and dead civilizations, that a science expedition stumbled upon what would become one of the greatest relics ever recovered.
It was a suit.
Alone in the vacuum of an unnamed galaxy, nestled within a derelict installation whose origin defied even Archangelic comprehension, the artifact was silent, intact, and alien. Its architecture bore no resemblance to anything from the Milky Way. It hummed with potential.
Humans would later nickname it Remus. The suit’s construction was a miracle in itself. Composed of 98% pure Gravinium, a metal so rare it could only be harvested in the Lagrangian Clouds of Wolf-Rayet stars, a fleeting moment in stellar evolution before a star's death. It was as if the stars themselves had conspired to forge it.
The implications were immediate and profound. Gravinium, a substance thought impossible to refine, had somehow been shaped into a living exosuit, a structure of bound particles and quantum logic, able to interact with spacetime on a gravitonic level. In utmost secrecy, the Archangels brought the suit into their most guarded research sanctum. There, under cloaks of silence, they began to tinker, theorize, and dream.
Among them stood one who had long worn a mask of obedience. A visionary. A dissident.
Named by Humans... Lucifer.
Though his name was not yet cursed, nor his cause yet fallen, he believed the Archangelic path had grown stagnant—mired in complacency. He saw the Remus suit as not just a tool, but a catalyst. A gift. Perhaps even a sign.
He volunteered.
Over months, the Archangels reconfigured the suit, reshaping its dimensions to suit their tall, narrow bodies, nearly three meters in height. And when Lucifer stepped inside, the universe shifted.
The Gravinium within Remus, in quantities never before imagined, granted him command over gravity itself. He could bend spacetime, crush mass into singularities, suspend himself between dimensions. What was once theory—gravitational manipulation, control of the so-called God Particle—was now tangible, flowing through him like breath.
In Lucifer, science had awoken a god of gravity.
The Archangels did not realize—not yetthe monster they had created. At first, Lucifer gave peace a chance.
Clad in the Remus suit, now pulsing with Gravinium resonance and surrounded by layers of folded spacetime, he wandered through the halls of power, no longer just a scientist or visionary, but a god in the skin of a scholar. Immortal in function, and practically untouchable, he preached a new path for his people: revolution, evolution, transcendence.
He believed, in some corner of his mind, that his society would awaken and follow him.
They did not.
From the lowest maintenance operators to the highest of the Blessed Council, none listened. What the Archangels saw as wisdom wrapped in madness, he saw as resistance against enlightenment. And Lucifer, always a being of short patience and long grudges, made his decision. The facility was torn asunder. He twisted spacetime itself, folding corridors into loops, tearing mass into nothingness, unleashing kinetic annihilation without ever lifting a finger. The Remus suit, perhaps guided by programming never meant for Archangelic biology, formed around him a Fractal Asymptotic Trap, a spatial fracture between space, where reaching him would demand infinite time and infinite energy.
Every kinetic round, thermal beam, and explosive disruptor passed through him as if through a dream.
Lucifer simply walked forward, unbothered, unstoppable. He reached the High Conduit—a chamber that held one of the most powerful minds among the Archangels. This blessed elder had awakened the Indigo Tesseragon Eye, the third rarest of the three. Lucifer wanted it.
And he took it.
With no hesitation. No pity. He tore it from the elder’s skull, and fused it into his own body.
The Tesseragon Eye, a key to temporal clarity, higher perception, and hyperspace awareness, merged into his consciousness. Most would be overwhelmed by even one. Lucifer, corrupted by Gravinium and made monstrous by ambition, was still hungry.
And now, with one of the three eyes, his very genetics began to mutate—reshaping, realigning, adapting to the overwhelming pressure of multidimensional perception. His body, ever in flux under the Remus suit’s influence, began preparing to grow a second, naturally.
But the Remus suit, in its alien silence, bore a curse. It was never meant for Archangels. Built by a civilization long lost to history—perhaps even beyond its original galaxy—it began slowly corrupting its host. The Gravinium meshwork, unstable in Archangelic biology, began distorting his brain, feeding his god-complex, fueling his hallucinations of grandeur and manifest destiny.
Lucifer did not care.
He welcomed it. He called it clarity.
Second only to the Archdemons, Lucifer burned his name into the history as the most devastating "Fallen Angel" traitor of the Archangels' own kind. Once a scholar, once a dreamer—now a rogue god wrapped in living Gravinium, wielding the Remus suit like a symphony of cosmic forces.
The Archangels, in their pursuit of understanding, had been playing with fire.
Now, the fire walked among the stars.
Lucifer’s destruction spree was cold and calculated, targeting the keystone nodes of Archangelic society. He was not random. He was not wrathful for its own sake. He was hunting pieces of a puzzle. A triangle of perception. A convergence of myth and power.
The Shibui Region, serene and ancient, stood next in line.
Unlike the militant complexes or data sanctuaries of other Archangel domains, Shibui was a spiritual and intellectual heartland, nestled inside the veins of a luminous nebula. Here lived the elders, those whose minds had awakened the Crimson-Blood Tesseragon Eye, a rarity, born only in the left eye, and never replicated.
While the Indigo Tesseragon (right eye) unlocked enhanced spatial perception in ultraviolet spectrum and Archangel-standard four-dimensional awareness, the Crimson-Blood Eye unlocked something even more primal: thermal comprehension. It was not just vision, it was the language of heat, entropy, decay, and ignition. Those who bore it could see heat like a melody, trace star-forming regions, detect energy dissipation, even anticipate fusion reactions before they began.
Lucifer needed it.
He would complete the Eye Triangle. A feat that, even in Archangel mythology, was spoken of only in the quietest of tones. For reasons lost in the depths of millennia, no Archangel was ever allowed to possess all three eyes. The separation was intentional, cultural, mythological. Perhaps even biological.
Humans, peering into this mystery from their side of the veil, would never truly grasp it. They spoke of the "Third Eye" in vague terms of enlightenment and power. But to the Archangels, the Tesseragon Trinity represented something far more exact—and far more dangerous. The union of Indigo, Crimson, and the rarest Golden Eye was believed to grant a being mastery over spacetime's full lattice: space, entropy, and causality.
The Shibui capital was a sight even Lucifer once respected:
A layered orbital city, ringed by geometry and pulsing golden filaments, rotating above a lush, misted planet embraced by the nebula’s glowing breath.
But respect had long burned away, and now only purpose remained.
Though the Remus suit gave him godlike control over gravitational and relativistic forces, travel was still bound by the physicality of the universe. The suit did not teleport its host. It required vessels.
And so Lucifer traveled by Anti-de Sitter Drives, the crown jewel of Archangel propulsion, allowing for smooth navigation through AdS subspace, bending spacetime into negative-curved corridors. He used their own technology—their ships, their Bridges, their lanes—to reach them.
And the elders of Shibui, feeling the shiver ripple through subspace, understood: Lucifer had come for the Eye.
The Shibui Region was the pinnacle of Archangelic civilization—a monument to balance, elegance, and ancient purpose. Its architectural towers twisted like frozen ribbons of light, designed not only for aesthetics but to harmonize with the spacetime. The entire region was a cultural sanctuary, a place where theory became theology, and where the past and future whispered across aeons through crystalline data terminals.
But they were not blind.
Shibui’s leadership knew the Fallen One was coming.
A fleet had already been deployed above the nebula’s heart, orbiting in defensive formation. Dozens of ships, relics and modern vessels alike, hung in anticipation like guardian specters. But Lucifer was not a fool. He did not aim for the orbital capital where weaponry would tear him apart in milliseconds.
He went for the source.
The planet below, airless and ancient, held two cities etched into its crust like inscriptions. In the second city, embedded deep into a glacial cliffside, stood the Elders' Council Tower, a library-temple where the oldest of the Archangels convened.
Among them: the Crimson-Blood Tesseragon bearers.
Some human historians, even now, suggest that Lucifer had a taste in style with his moves.
A certain grace, even in horror.
Witnesses across the continent observed it.
Out of a ship that zipped overhead, flying erratically, a singular figure air-dropped, no landing pod, no propulsion field directly into the council tower. The sky cracked. The tower shuddered. He fell like a blade.
Inside, the Elders had gathered over a meal, honoring convergence of the Shibui region, a quiet moment of tradition, shattered as the upper hall collapsed under impact.
Dust spiraled upward, light fractured.
Lucifer stood at the center of the ruin. His Remus suit shimmered in the dim glow of breach-lights, and the Indigo Tesseragon spiral in his right eye glowed like a singularity about to ignite. Artificial gravity flickered. The breathable environment leaked into vacuum. And still, the room froze in terror.
The guards responded as trained.
Some shocked into stillness, others lunging with weapons, futile against a being wrapped in a fractal asymptotic barrier, where the space between you and him was, in fact, infinite.
But what Lucifer forgot—or perhaps ignored—was the one law of such asymptotic fields:
Every absorbed action, every force and particle, builds pressure.
And when that field collapses? The storm returns.
One guard, driven by pure instinct, lunged for an Elder, trying to pull him to safety.
Lucifer did not raise a finger. With the blink of his Tesseragon spiral, the guard’s arm snapped clean, as though severed by spacetime folding on itself. No heat, no trauma, just a clean subtraction of matter.
The Elders were caught mid-motion. Their protocols had failed. And as silence returned to the council hall, Lucifer reached out, almost ceremonially, and took the Crimson-Blood Eye.
When it merged into his left eye, his pupils flared with thermal ghosts. He could now see heat not as waves but as living rivers, tracking every organism, every machine, every pulse of entropy—from a fourth-dimensional perspective.
The Remus suit adapted. The triangle began to draw.
And the Shibui region?
Had just become the second grave in a story that was far from over.
The human corporations could only dream of the communications web the Archangels possessed. Instantaneous, quantum-entangled across light-years.
So when Lucifer acquired the Crimson-Blood Tesseragon, every corner of the Archangelic civilization knew in moments what would come next.
There remained one eye.
The Golden All-Seeing Eye.
And Lucifer would not stop.
In ancient human texts, some historians began calling the architect of the final defense Michael, an Archangel strategos whose legacy stretched back to the first seeding of interstellar law. He wasn’t merely a general. He was a myth made manifest.
Michael knew that Voskepar would be the final theater.
Lucifer could now see the folds of time and heat. ambushes were pointless. His vision pierced walls and probability alike, the twin eyes giving him complete dominion over motion and form.
What Michael could not predict was how fast Lucifer’s influence was spreading.
Out of fear, admiration, or delusion, many began pledging themselves to him. Soldiers, rogue engineers, even exiled Archangel castes. Some believed he wasn't corrupted—just chosen. Others felt that after millions of years under the silent gaze of the Tesseragons, someone finally moved.
The Voskepar Region was the golden heart of the Milky Way. A sector dense with collapsed stars and reborn suns. Gravity ran heavy here, and light danced differently.
There, above the ever-collapsing field of Sagittarius A*, floated the Crown Citadel,
The Golden Tesseragon lay here, guarded by Elders whose eyes perceived the high-energy spectrum: Gamma and X-ray, the final layers of the electromagnetic veil. With it, Lucifer would not just see light—he would command it across all frequency.
Combined with the Indigo (Spatial Perception) and Crimson-Blood (Thermal/Axial), the Golden Eye would complete the Tri-Tesseragonic Trident—a formation so rare, it was buried in Archangelic myth as a symbol of absolute knowledge.
Some human historians, even now, question it all.
Why collect the eyes when the Archangels could already manipulate the quantum field? But they misunderstand the culture. The eyes weren’t just tools.
They were gates.
Each Tesseragon represented a core axis of how reality was perceived. Their convergence, according to Archangelic belief, would collapse the subjectivity of the observer—granting omniscience, the ability to perceive reality unfiltered, without time or translation.
And Lucifer was closer than ever.
Even Archangels, with their transcendent technologies and quantum-temporal libraries, understood one truth:
Pride could do what weapons could not.
Michael knew Lucifer was no fool. But neither was he immune to ego. So the plan would be simple—primitive—but brutal.
A three-step design.
Step One: Feed the Ego
A call was made. Public. Broadcast.
The Elders of Voskepar, radiant and ancient, declared surrender.
Not whispered. Not encrypted.
But spoken plainly, for all to hear
Lucifer paused. The Indigo spiral of his right eye spun quietly. He didn’t move immediately. He knew this reeked of deception. But he also knew the Remus Suit, embedded into his neural threads, was decaying him from within. His brain, his spine, his blood vessels—the suit fed on entropy. He had little time left.
He had to move.
He had to become complete.
So he descended.
What awaited him was a silent battalion—unarmed, draped in ceremonial cloaks, their forms vaguely humanoid, standing in submission. And in their center, the Golden-Eye Elder—radiant, motionless, humble.
Lucifer stepped into the trap willingly.
Step Two: Blind the Eye
The planet chosen was a violent, churning world, geologically unstable sphere orbiting a neutron star cluster. Michael didn’t need a superweapon. Just the right eruption.
As Lucifer paced toward the Elder, Michael proceeded to Step Two. The lava fields beneath him grumbled. Steam fissures burst skyward. Geysers of superheated magma exploded from fault lines. the atmosphere was blur and flame.
His Crimson-Blood Tesseragon twisted madly, overwhelmed with heat signatures—too many, too fast. His Indigo Eye tried mapping the fourth-dimensional paths of nearby threats, but the groundquake shattered his concentration. He fell, recoiling backward in instinct. He attempted a gravitational cleanse.
That was the cue.
Step Three: Seal Him
Four figures moved through the chaos.
Michael. Gabriel. Raphael. Uriel.
The Great Four of Archangelic Society.
Each holding a fragment of the forbidden construct, named the Seal of Time.
A Rubik’s puzzle made from paradoxical mathematics, The device did not just trap. It instructed the universe to form a closed loop around its subject.
Lucifer, disoriented and in pain from his decaying body, recognized them too late. They said nothing. In synchronized motion, the four fragments ignited, forming walls spiraling through fractal calculus. The geometry completed itself. Light bent inward. And the cube formed. A prison with no time. No space. Only recursion. Lucifer screamed—not from pain, but from the unbearable irony. He, the conqueror of perception. The one who saw past all deception.
Fallen to smoke, lava, and a puzzle box.
The Seal of Time
Even with infinite lives,
Even with perfect vision,
You cannot escape a prison that loops forever.
The cube vanished, collapsing into a null-point between Planck dimension. There it remains—not destroyed, not killed, but paused eternally.
Michael stood in silence. Ending the history of defeating Lucifer
The Lone Berserker
The incident with Remus left a deep scar across the sectors of the Archangels it touched—a cruel, unforgettable lesson etched into their history. In the aftermath, the fallen Archangel known to humans as Lucifer was sealed away and transported into the depths of an unknown galaxy, one that had been discovered by a drifting Bridge.
This remote galaxy, overlooked by most, contained a spectacular system: an O4V-class blue giant, a ringed T-Tauri brown dwarf, and a molten lava world bathed in the brown dwarf star’s fierce light. It was there, beneath the swirling storms of the brown dwarf and the scorched ground of the lava planet, that the Archangels constructed a solitary tomb from the materials carried by their fleet. At its heart lay the cube, Lucifer’s eternal prison.
Within the innermost archives of The Library, the calibration address of the Bridge that led to this forgotten galaxy was encrypted beyond ordinary access. Meanwhile, Lucifer’s name was slandered, buried, and slowly erased from the omnidatabase. Future generations of Archangels grew up knowing little or nothing of the fallen one. He became a myth, a whisper, a cautionary tale.
Yet not all forgot.
Some of Lucifer’s followers survived, either going into hiding among Archangelic society or exiled through Bridges into the deeper cosmos. They carried with them his vision: a more feudal, more dynamic society ruled by strong leaders who listened to their people, rather than governed by the detached elders who ignored the passions of the younger.
For a time, Kyrr endured.
But that fragile peace would shatter when the Archdemons—the fallen heirs of Lucifer’s ideology—rose once again. After millennia of secrecy and silent preparation, they launched their invasion of the Milky Way, seeking revenge—and most importantly, the location of Lucifer’s tomb. To them, it was not merely a rescue; it was a reclamation of power. His suit, still binding his tormented body, contained unimaginable energies that could reshape reality itself.
To achieve this, they needed to breach The Library, to extract the secrets buried so deeply by the Archangels. At the time of their resurgence, the Archdemons were led by six feudal lords, known to human historians—seeking consistency in mythic naming—as Mammon, Asmodeus, Leviathan, Beelzebub, Satan, and Belphegor.
Though vastly outnumbered by the Archangels, the Archdemons wielded devastating knowledge of every niche weakness and strategic flaw of their former brethren. What followed was several tens of thousands of years of bloodshed, an era remembered by human scholars as the greatest civil war in the history of the Milky Way.
Amidst the chaos, the small, pale blue dot we call Earth caught the Archangels’ attention. Its rapid rise in biodiversity and the emergence of Homo sapiens, beings destined to become the dominant sentient life form of the galaxy, marked it as a world of special interest.
The scientific community—and even entire conglomerates of Archangels—refused to abandon the dream of creating a Pure Gravinium Suit, one capable of manipulating the very fabric of reality itself. They petitioned, pleaded, and begged the Elders and Councils to approve the experiment once more. Armed with invaluable experience, countless volumes of recorded research data, and the single blueprint salvaged from the original disaster, the Archangels finally possessed what they needed to try again.
To monitor Earth more closely, the Elders of the HyperBorean Region, bearers of the sacred Indigo Tesseragon, assigned three Archangels to watch over the planet. Though officially bound by a strict policy of non-intervention, wartime would soon show how often laws are the first casualties.
In the novella The Forgotten Planet, Harrison Wells, a physician and chairman of the Scientific Assembly, is tasked with assisting on a secretive project: assembling a metallic cartouche. This intricate artifact encoded a message, designed not only to help decipher key elements of the Archangelic language, but also to spread wisdom—the lessons of thousands of years—to their so-called "lesser brothers," humanity.
“Here we are,” Mikail's voice interrupted Wells’s examination of his surroundings. At the end of the room stood an artifact held by arm clamps, illuminated from above—a hexagonal metallic cartouche.
“There it is, an assembled ancient manuscript, presumably left by the Archangels, judging by the language,” Mikail said.
“Assembled from pieces found under Stonehenge, Karahunj, the Giza Pyramids, Olympus Mons on Mars, and Rheasilvia on Vesta,” Edgar added, standing beside Wells. “We’ve tried to decipher the text on the cartouche, but no one has been able to translate its meaning properly.”
“Okay, Harry, there's a large table here, a comfortable chair. We need your help,” Mikail said, gently slapping Wells on the shoulder and looking him in the eye. “Please.”
“You did kidnap me,” Wells said with a hint of a smile. “This big screen is where I can write down, right?”
“Yes, this entire cabinet is yours—just... don’t break anything,” Mikail winked as he headed towards the security personnel standing nearby, keeping a calm eye on them. “If you need something, tell Dave.” He pointed towards the security guard before heading out of the vault room in an unknown direction.
Wells stood there, staring at the cartouche. He noticed a folded ladder nearby, which he could use to examine the hexagonal cartouche more closely. Edgar sat at the large table, watching Wells like a child as he climbed the ladder carefully, pressing on the metal, almost kissing it as he looked deeply into the tiniest details, sliding his fingers across the engraved texts. One thing everyone noticed was the large geometric figure drawn at the center of the cartouche, with dots and joints surrounding a central point.
“What were the initial translations?” Wells turned his head towards Edgar, who was sitting at the table.
“Well,” Edgar's voice crackled as he tapped twice on the table with his glove, turning on a large whiteboard monitor displaying a single sentence. Wells climbed down the ladder and approached the screen to read it.
“For you, who will come after us, children of stars.”
“That’s all?” Wells asked, pointing at the screen.
Edgar tapped twice again, making another monitor slide up, revealing a database interface. “Here's the alphabet and dictionary of the Archangels' language that we know of.”
Wells leaned over the table, examining the texts closely.
“Oa oohoa, Hu wa pahera si da,” an example sentence was written at the top of the map to illustrate the Archangels' speech.
“Pahera… this is bullshit” Wells zoomed in on the word. “Who translated this as star?”
“You did,” Edgar said, leaning closer with a note of confusion.
“I did?” Wells replied, genuinely puzzled.
“You proposed the most prominent translations in your PhD work. Did you forget?”
“I don’t remember saying such bullshit.”
Suddenly, Lotus's feminine voice echoed through Wells's head, synchronizing with his speech. “Pahera means destined, being destined for something.”
“The text here says, ‘Who is destined to us,’ not ‘Children of Stars.’”
“You remind me of Mark Cooper,” Edgar said.
“Huh?”
“This cartouche was also shown to him. He banged his head over the texts for weeks with no results, until, by his own words, a flash of thought went through his mind. When he invented his drive, the first thing he did was test it by flying towards whatever he saw in his mind. From that moment, we never heard from him again.”
“And what next?” Wells asked, sitting down in front of Edgar, focusing on his speech.
“We tried approximating the location where he went. It was some F1 V star in the direction of the galactic center.”
“Aha,” Wells said, snapping upright.
“What?”
“In the direction of the galactic center. The signals intercepted from Lotus also point towards the galactic center.”
Edgar raised his eyebrows as the coincidence sank in. Wells stood up, turning towards the screen.
“How do I open the galactic map on this thing?” He looked around the thin square, trying to find the control panel.
Edgar tapped twice with his middle finger and then four times with his index finger. The screen switched from a writing board to a beautiful, interactive visualization of the Milky Way.
“The star is about three thousand light-years away, though. Our thing is around seven thousand,” Edgar noted.
Wells zoomed the galactic map on the Perseus Arm, pressing the pencil icon to chart a new route. “Where was the star?” he asked, turning back to Edgar.
Edgar stood up and approached the drawing board, pointing to a spot on the map. “Somewhere here. The database will have the exact location.”
“So, in short, we can include that star in our ship's route.” Wells began charting lines from Sol towards the circle, joining three star systems together with Cooper’s star.
Edgar watched Wells with a smirk as he drew the last line connecting to the circle where the forgotten planet was marked. Wells turned to Edgar to say something but stopped, noticing Edgar’s strange facial expression.
“What?” Wells asked, seeing Edgar flick his eyes somewhere as if trying to indicate something.
“What? What's wrong?” Wells turned back to the metallic cartouche, then back to Edgar. For a moment, he stood there speechless, then turned back to the cartouche and then back to the drawing board.
“Oh,” Wells said, noticing a similar drawing on the central lines of the cartouche and his route. The right lines connecting three dots resembled the route the Graviton would take to reach the forgotten planet. “Well, we’ve shown you what we wanted. It's your choice to stay here or leave. If you manage to translate the texts, be sure to scream,” Edgar said, standing up and fixing his flight suit with a gentle flick. He patted Wells on the shoulder, then turned around and walked towards the vault exit.
“I’ve been here for hours now and nothing significant,” Wells thought to himself, flicking his electric pencil above his tablet. He had been staring at the cartouche for quite some time, trying to decipher its enigmatic language. Extending his hand slowly from tiredness toward another cup of coffee, he heard Lotus’ feminine voice echoing again through his head, whispering a cryptic message:
“One language unifies the many…”
“The dark side is equally promising…”
“Huh? Lotus?” Wells called out into the emptiness, hoping for a response but receiving none. “The dark side is equally promising… what could that mean?”
Wells examined his surroundings again, scrutinizing every detail he had already seen. Looking at the cartouche, he noticed that only the front face was revealed and illuminated by large lamps. Curious, he picked up the foldable ladder and moved to the back side, which was dark and covered with a cloth. “Equally promising, you say,” he murmured.
Wells unfolded the ladder, secured it, and climbed as high as he could. Carefully, he pulled the cloth down, revealing a broken piece and artwork left by the Archangels. He stood there, staring at the depiction of blank-faced humanoids, all handshaking, with letters above each of them. Mumbling to himself, he repeated, “One language unifies the many…”
Almost flipping over the ladder in his excitement, Wells rushed back to the screen. “All these letters, it’s several languages combined into one,” he realized. “The pronunciation was assigned incorrectly. It’s not ‘who will come after us, children of stars.’ It’s ‘The one destined to uncover the path.’”
Wells pressed the eraser on the drawing board, erasing previous translation attempts, and began writing down the text from the cartouche using the small tablet pencil. He constantly enlarged the text using font settings on the large screen. Then, he wrote the Standard (English) language translation:
"The one destined to uncover the path, where knowledge entwines with the fervor of science, shall emerge after our era fades, as your own dawns. Returning to mother nature, children of stars, on the road towards the library, blessed by the song of nature and its wisdom."
Wells had only two letters remaining from the missing chunk on the cartouche revealed after the cloth had fallen off. Connecting the remaining text left him with more questions. “The One Ha…” he muttered, trying to make sense of it all. Wells stepped back to reread the written text again, clearly seeing a message left for all of humanity. His curiosity towards The Forgotten Planet only increased, with the hint being "Library."
“It’s a Library. Something is a Library,” he muttered to himself.
“I see you’re kind of excited,” a voice suddenly boomed from the audio system, startling Wells and causing him to back away from the drawing board. He turned around to face the source of the sound, somewhere in the ceiling.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Mikail's voice continued. “I just passed by the surveillance cameras and saw you getting excited about something.”
Spreading his arms in annoyance, Wells shouted back at the camera, “Are you holding me as a lab rat or something? Get down here!”
The three assigned Archangels grew fond of humanity, viewing humans not as pawns, but as brothers. This sharply contrasted with the views of the scientific conglomerates and the Elders, who considered humans little more than disposable assets for future wars.
Meanwhile, work on the Second Prototype Suit—named Romulus by humans, after the twin brother of Remus from ancient Roman mythology—advanced rapidly. Romulus was a highly dynamic and adaptive suit, engineered for any who dared become its host. Before any thought of mass production or using humans as expendable soldiers, Romulus underwent extensive testing, refinement, and the addition of numerous safety measures.
Unlike the disastrous Remus Suit, which had given Lucifer uncontrolled creative freedom, the Romulus Suit required specific gestures to activate its abilities—much like speaking to the suit in the Archangelic language. Each action had to be intentionally commanded, reducing the risk of catastrophic unintended consequences.
The three Archangels were deeply opposed to their colleagues' cold, utilitarian view of humanity. They were even prepared to stand their ground with weapons drawn to defend human dignity.
In those ancient days, messages were left on Earth—inscribed in early forms of Archangelic script, or in butchered Hebrew dialects, as the Archangels were still learning Earthian languages. Among humans, Jesus of Nazareth was one of the first to truly grasp the wisdom hidden within those messages: a philosophy of kindness, healing, and cultural unity.
However, his efforts to spread these teachings, during his life under the Roman Empire, led to his crucifixion—a punishment that would later become the central symbol of a religion that evolved, distorted, and reshaped his original message under the influence of later leaders.
In modern times, fragments of these original revelations—extracted painstakingly from The Library—are kept under the utmost secrecy, out of fear that their disclosure could trigger existential crises, societal collapse, or mass panic across humanity.
The Archangels were losing their numbers at an alarming rate—so were the Archdemons, but not without dragging countless Archangels down with them. It soon felt, to the three Archangels assigned to Earth, that they were the last embers of their kind, isolated within the tiny, fragile bubble of the Solar System.
From Mars to the distant Vesta asteroid in the Asteroid Belt, they left hidden messages—traces of their existence for those who would one day seek the truth. As the genocidal war reached its bitter end, the Indigo Tesseragon-wielding Elders faced reality: defeat was inevitable. In a last act of foresight, they encoded a program destined for a remote facility, installed on a planet that humans would one day name K2-18 b—the future homeworld of the Novans, the first extraterrestrial species humanity would encounter.
The Lotus Facility received a mission, simple in words but heavy beyond imagination:
Ensure the plan survives, even if only through Humanity.
If the Archangels themselves could not finish their great work, then humans wielding the superweapon would carry the burden in the aftermath.
As part of their final efforts, the three Archangels launched a probe, which crash-landed on Venus. Inside, it carried a mathematical solution to the missing pieces of M-Theory—a solution that, millennia later, would be deciphered by Mark Cooper, forever known as the Father of Anti-de Sitter Travel and the pioneer of superstring-gravity physics.
Knowing their end was near, the three Archangels made their last pilgrimage to the desolate world that would later be known as "The Forgotten Planet"—HyperBorea. There, in a hollowed-out, abandoned facility, they engraved their final messages, placed their small statues, and inscribed a symbol of remembrance—a mark forever associated with the Archangels.
As revealed across the Three Novellas, the Lotus Facility had selected a target long before the war had even ended: a mysterious, star-born child destined to awaken humanity’s future.
Before surrendering to silence and death, the Three Elders, bearers of the Three Eyes, reached a final, unitary decision:
The Library—repository of infinite knowledge—would be completely shut down.
Its reactivation was entrusted to a single, incorruptible mind: the Artificial Intelligence housed within the Lotus Facility.
The remaining Archdemons were not idly sitting with their hands crossed in defeat.
Instead, they became something like "hackers".
Long before the final shutdown, they infiltrated and injected malicious sequences into The Library, hoping to retrieve even a fragment of its immeasurable knowledge.
In the end, they succeeded only partially.
They captured one fragment of the calibration address—an incomplete coordinate pointing toward an unknown position in space.
But the full key remained sealed deep within The Library’s inaccessible core, now locked under the iron rule of the Lotus Facility's AI.
Yet even with just a sliver of information, the Archdemons understood something vital:
The Archangels had hidden their future on a world.
Realizing that Lotus would eventually reactivate The Library to prepare the destined child, the Archdemons changed their strategy.
They disappeared into the dark, hiding across ancient systems and forgotten nebulae.
They waited—not in rage, not in haste—but in cold, patient calculation.
They would watch the child’s ascent.
They would wait for the reawakening.
And when the moment came...
They would strike, and claim what was stolen from them.
The silence endured. From the twilight of the 24th century to the awakening in the 26th, the Library remained dormant—a relic of forgotten wisdom humming quietly in the void. Humanity, though bold, still clung to its small, luminous bubble within the Milky Way, barely venturing into its deeper, darker arms. Their curiosity, vast but cautious, had not yet pierced the veil cast by ancient wars.
And yet, the Archdemons had waited. They waited for Lotus to awaken. For the final cryptographic sequence—buried deep within the Library’s persistent memory—to be reassembled. For two damned centuries, the machine slumbered, holding the final address to the Bridge, sealed shut by the Archangels themselves.
Time passed, and with it, knowledge resurfaced. The higher circles of Humanity’s fragmented nations began to rediscover the myths that were more than myths: the tale of the Fallen Angel—that cursed name, Lucifer—and his followers, cast out of the galaxy in an exile older than some stars.
Among the explorers, the Voidwalkers, strange encounters began. Ships—silent, alien, watching—appeared in the shadow of expeditions. Their designs were unfamiliar, yet eerily purposeful. Reports flowed in, and scholars drew correlations. The patterns matched the long-banished civilization.
There was no longer any doubt.
The Archdemons had returned.
When the Archangels shut down the Library centuries prior, they had ensured that the final Bridge address—the one leading to the realm of the Lucifer—was sealed. They patched the controller bus, making the destination accessible only from one terminal: the Sahurian Bridge. One machine, one path. A gateway to Hell, within the vast network of the Bridges.
This was when the whispers became alarms. Skirmishes erupted in the outer regions—swift, brutal clashes between United Sol Command forces and Archdemon fleets. Humanity, outnumbered and outgunned, turned to cunning rather than brute force. They knew the stories. They had studied the ruins. They had seen what the Archdemons were capable of.
And so, a plan was set into motion.
The legendary megaship Tiqqun—later known in reverent tones as The Palace—was dispatched on a mission no longer exploratory, but diplomatic and desperate. It passed through the ancient Bridge, bound for the Fujin Galaxy, home of the Athezians—once allies of the Archangels. It was to the Athezians that the Archangels had once given refuge, when the Archdemons sought to enslave their worlds. Now, it was their turn to return the favor.
As the skirmishes spread to places where Archangelic technology still slumbered, even the dormant machines stirred. Sensors long thought inert began to blink. Algorithms once sealed began to hum. The threat had returned, and the ancient protocols still remembered it.
And so did she.
Lotus, long in hibernation, stirred beneath layers of code. She had been put to sleep under a protocol—a failsafe, inserted during the final encryption cycles. A condition: that should the machines detect the re-emergence of the Archdemon threat, she would awaken.
And with her, so too awoke the man history only remembered as Harrison Wells.
the hibernation that Lotus had gone was following the Sleeping Protocol that was patched into her, when the machines began broadcasting the presence of the threat, the protocol kicked in.
the biochemical gravinium, nicknamed after twin brother of Remus, the Romulus, now served as the computer where Lotus transferred her Artificial Intelligence into, essentially, sharing the same body with the reborn man. The HyperBorean facility, staying the same way as Lotus knew it during the Distant Worlds Expedition, remaining maintained by Humanity, the bell had rung, it was time to follow the mission bestoved upon the machine and the man.