What if time could break you?
What if the only way to fix it…
was to climb the thing that shattered it?

After the Chronofall, time fractured across the world. Days loop endlessly. Years vanish overnight. People are born in the wrong century. And from the center of it all, the Tower Beyond Skyglass rose — a spiraling, time-warped trial that promises one thing:

Climb it, and rewrite the fate of all worlds.

Kael was raised to conquer it.

Torn from his past and forged in a demonic cult that worships the Tower like a god, Kael was broken, rebuilt, and stripped of everything — fear, love, even memory. He is a Seedling, a living weapon created to survive the Tower’s impossible floors. And he’s already conquered the First.

But the Tower is not what it seems.
Each floor warps reality — and Kael’s grip on who he is.
Reflections fight back. Futures bleed into the present.
And the dead aren’t always dead.

Worse still, Kael may not be alone.
Other climbers rise — rivals, traitors, echoes of forgotten selves — each with their own twisted reason to reach the top.

In a world where time lies, the only truth is power.
And Kael will carve his path through gods, monsters, and memories to take it.

Even if it means becoming the very thing he was made to destroy.

"Before there were towers, there were shrines.


Before there were shrines, there was only the question:


'Who will remember us when the sky forgets?'"— Fragment found on Floor 48


The air on Floor 48 wasn't cold or hot—it simply was.Thick with a presence that couldn't be seen or heard but felt—as if something ancient had just exhaled.


Kael stepped onto a path of broken stone. It stretched forward into an empty expanse. No walls. No ceiling. Just white sky.


A voice stirred—not from the Tower, but from within the air itself.


"No one builds me temples. Yet all once called me God."


Tirien tensed, her hand on her knives. "Not a Guardian," she whispered. "Something older."


This floor is not conquered by violence, intellect, or submission.To pass, you must leave behind something the forgotten god will keep.


"Leave behind...?" Kael echoed. "A gift?"


Tirien frowned. "A piece of ourselves, maybe. A memory. A truth."


Kael knew what the Tower wanted. This wasn't about blood or battle.


They found it after walking for hours—or what felt like it. A circle of stones, barely knee-high, surrounding a pool of black water.


Kael knelt beside it. "No icons. No runes. Nothing."


His mother.Her hands stained from kitchen herbs.Her voice whispering bedtime stories.A memory untouched by the cult. Untainted.


He reached into his satchel and pulled out something he had always carried: a tiny, smooth stone with a red line. His mother's lucky charm. She had pressed it into his hand the day before she vanished.


"I never used it," he said. "Because I thought I'd lose her again."


Tirien stepped forward. She pulled a folded note from her boot—a message burned around the edges.


"From my brother," she said. "Last words before the fire took him."


"You gave without seeking. You remembered without worship.You did not demand my favor. That is enough."


Trial Complete – The God Without Temples


+Bonus Gained: Echo of the Forgotten God


Once per arc, prevent death from a memory-based trial.(Resets every five floors. Cannot be traded or removed.)


The staircase rose—not from stone or glass, but from light.


Only the sense that, just for a moment, something that had been alone for centuries had remembered their names.


Once per arc, survive a lethal memory-based trial


Tirien Bond: Deepening through shared memory


Chapter 25 - The God Without Temples