The Vault didn't just tremble—it howled.
The air quaked with the sound of ancient memory, a vibration so deep it felt like it clawed through their bones. The obsidian walls rippled like the surface of disturbed water, each wave echoing with whispers too ancient to comprehend. Power bled into the chamber, raw and untamed.
As the throne shattered into light, the pressure snapped like a storm cloud bursting open.
And then—
> [THIRD PROTOCOL: REACTIVATED]
[WELCOME BACK, DREAMER.]
[KEY THREE: UNLOCKING…]
A surge of golden light erupted from the broken throne, radiant and overwhelming. It didn't just illuminate the Vault—it rewrote it. The floor was replaced by fractals of time, floating patterns that shifted like constellations forming and collapsing. The light danced like threads of memory, flickering with scenes not from their world, but from others—worlds that might have been.
