Prologue

It all started with silence, not the kind that comes after an explosion. Not the kind that happens in space – deaf, ringing. It was a different kind of silence. It grew from within. It absorbed sounds, memories, names. It cleansed reality like a flame cleanses a forest, leaving only emptiness.

Oblivion did not manifest itself. It came not as an invasion, but as a loss. First the voices disappeared, then the faces, then entire worlds. Tera-5 was the first Elias Vale remembered as having disappeared.

But memory is unreliable. Even the pain seemed to be eroding. Lyra, Emmy... Images were erased. Only fragments remained: someone else's laughter, snatches of smells, trembling in his fingers as he reached for a face he could no longer imagine.

He worked in the archive of the Cradle, among dead data and forgotten times. He dug into the layers of reality like an archaeologist, trying to dig up not an artifact but an explanation. And one day he found her.

Sphere.Cold. Black as emptiness itself. Unlabeled, outside the catalog. It did not belong to any known era. But as soon as Elias touched her, the silence spoke.

"You don't remember what happened. And what's left."

Whispers swept through his skull like a discharge. He couldn't tell if it was a voice, an impulse, or a dream. But he felt something awaken inside the sphere—and inside himself.

The images poured out like an avalanche. A square of light. Ships soaring in the air like birds made of glass. Voice. Millions of votes. And then there was blood. And a scream. And a wave of darkness that didn't just consume, it choosing.

Kira, the AI of the archive, said that Oblivion is entropy. Statistics. Decay.But Elias saw something else.He knew.It's not nature.It's mind.And he's searching.