The first rays of dawn spread across Eldermere.
Mist rolled gently over the fields.
The village slowly came to life.
Yet...
The eastern gate remained open.
No one had dared to close it.
Noah stood outside with Squad Seven.
The strange footprints had disappeared.
Not faded.
Vanished.
Eric looked around.
"I was hoping we’d at least have something to follow."
Luna crouched near the gate.
"We do."
She pointed toward a nearby fence.
A single strand of blue cloth had snagged on the old wood.
The same faded shade...
As Lily’s dress.
Sophia frowned.
"It wasn’t here last night."
Noah carefully removed the cloth.
It was dry.
Despite the heavy morning dew.
Chief Elias approached carrying a walking staff.
"You wanted to investigate."
Noah nodded.
"We’ll start with the shrine."
The old chief remained silent for a moment.
Then slowly shook his head.
"No."
Everyone looked at him.
"If you want answers..."
"You should visit the old chapel first."
"The chapel?"
Damien asked.
Elias nodded.
"It was built long before Eldermere became a village."
"The priests there recorded everything."
"Births."
"Deaths."
"Disappearances."
"Legends."
"Is anyone still there?"
Sophia asked.
"...One person."
An hour later...
Squad Seven climbed a narrow stone path leading into the hills.
Half-hidden among ancient oak trees stood a weathered stone chapel.
Its bell tower had collapsed decades ago.
Green vines covered the walls.
Colorful stained-glass windows had long since faded.
The wooden doors slowly creaked open.
Inside...
Hundreds of candles burned quietly.
The scent of old parchment filled the air.
A single old man knelt before the altar.
His silver hair reached his shoulders.
Though old...
His back remained perfectly straight.
Without turning around...
He spoke.
"...It’s been many years since the academy sent students."
Chief Elias smiled faintly.
"Good morning, Father Benedict."
The old priest slowly stood.
His eyes were sharp.
Far sharper than anyone expected.
"So..."
He looked directly at Noah.
"The Key Bearer has arrived."
Silence.
Eric blinked.
"...How does everyone know about the key except us?"
Noah instinctively touched the rusted key beneath his shirt.
"You know what this is?"
Father Benedict slowly walked closer.
"I know..."
"...what it represents."
He reached into his robe.
From within...
He removed an old painting.
Its colors had faded with age.
It depicted seven warriors standing beneath a black sky.
Six held magnificent weapons.
The seventh...
Held only a rusted key.
Noah stared at the painting.
The resemblance was unmistakable.
The key was identical.
"Who is he?"
Noah asked quietly.
Father Benedict looked at the painting for a long moment.
Then answered...
"...No one remembers his name."
"The records only call him..."
"...The Keeper."
Damien’s eyes narrowed.
"The Seventh."
Father Benedict nodded.
"But listen carefully."
The priest’s expression became serious.
"The Keeper wasn’t the strongest."
"He wasn’t the greatest swordsman."
"He wasn’t even a king."
"So why was he important?"
Sophia asked.
Father Benedict’s gaze settled on Noah.
"Because..."
"...he was the only one who could open..."
He stopped.
Almost as if forcing himself not to continue.
Noah waited patiently.
The old priest slowly shook his head.
"...Not yet."
Eric groaned dramatically.
"Everyone in this world loves speaking in riddles."
For the first time...
Father Benedict smiled.
"Because..."
"...some truths are dangerous before their proper time."
He turned toward a dusty bookshelf.
Carefully pulling out a weathered leather journal.
"This belonged to the last priest who entered the shrine."
He handed it to Noah.
"Read only the final page."
Noah carefully opened the journal.
Every earlier page had been torn out.
Only the last remained.
Written in faded ink were seven trembling words.
"The door was never meant to stay closed."
Before anyone could react...
The chapel bell rang.
DONG...
Everyone froze.
Chief Elias slowly looked toward the broken bell tower.
"...Impossible."
There was no bell.
It had collapsed decades ago.
Yet...
The sound came again.
DONG...
Father Benedict’s face lost all color.
He whispered only three words.
"...It’s awake."
Far away...
Deep beneath the forgotten shrine...
The sound of ancient chains echoed through the darkness.
CLANG...
One more chain snapped.
The broken bell tower stood silent.
Yet the sound continued.
DONG...
Every candle inside the chapel flickered.
For a brief moment...
The flames turned pale blue.
Then returned to normal.
Father Benedict remained motionless.
His eyes were fixed on the shattered bell tower.
"...It has begun."
Noah stepped closer.
"What has?"
The old priest looked at him.
"The cycle."
Before Noah could ask another question...
The priest hurried toward the altar.
He knelt.
Then pressed against a loose stone.
Click.
A low rumble echoed beneath the chapel.
Dust drifted from the ceiling.
The stone floor slowly shifted.
A narrow staircase appeared.
Leading underground.
Eric stared.
"...There’s always a secret basement."
Luna smirked.
"I was wondering when we’d find one."
Father Benedict picked up an old lantern.
"I never intended to show this to anyone."
He looked at Noah.
"But the bell has rung."
"And that means..."
"...there is no more time."
The staircase descended deep beneath the chapel.
Cold air rose from below.
The walls were carved directly into the mountain.
Ancient symbols covered the stone.
None of them resembled modern writing.
Sophia traced one of the carvings with her eyes.
"I’ve never seen this language."
Damien nodded.
"Neither have I."
After several minutes...
The stairs opened into a circular chamber.
Shelves filled with weathered scrolls surrounded the room.
In the center stood a stone table.
Upon it rested a single iron box.
Unlike everything else...
The box showed no sign of age.
Father Benedict stopped before it.
"My predecessors protected this place for generations."
"No one was allowed to open the box."
He smiled faintly.
"...Until the Key Bearer arrived."
Every eye turned toward Noah.
The rusted iron key beneath his shirt grew warm once more.
Not violently.
Almost...
Expectantly.
Father Benedict stepped aside.
"It will not open for me."
"It never has."
Noah slowly removed the key.
For the first time...
Everyone saw it clearly.
Old.
Rusted.
Simple.
Nothing about it suggested importance.
Yet the air in the chamber subtly changed.
Noah approached the iron box.
There was no visible keyhole.
Only a small circular indentation.
Exactly the size of the rusted key’s head.
He hesitated.
Ragnar’s voice echoed quietly within him.
"Careful."
"Some doors remain closed for a reason."
Noah nodded almost imperceptibly.
Instead of inserting the key...
He simply held it over the indentation.
The box reacted immediately.
Golden lines spread across its surface.
Ancient runes awakened.
The entire chamber trembled.
Everyone instinctively stepped back.
The box slowly unfolded.
Not like a lid opening.
It separated into dozens of moving metal plates.
Each folded away with precise mechanical movements.
At its center...
Rested a crystal no larger than a marble.
Floating in midair.
The crystal glowed with a soft silver light.
Inside it...
Countless tiny stars swirled endlessly.
Father Benedict whispered,
"...After all these centuries..."
"...it still exists."
Noah reached toward the crystal.
The moment his fingertips brushed its surface...
A flash of light filled the chamber.
He wasn’t standing underground anymore.
He stood in a vast field beneath a sky filled with countless stars.
Before him...
An old man sat beside a lonely campfire.
Simple gray robes.
Long white hair.
No crown.
No armor.
No weapon.
The old man smiled gently.
"...You’ve taken your time."
Noah remained silent.
The man poked the fire with a wooden stick.
"I’ve been waiting..."
"...for a very long time."
"Who are you?"
Noah asked.
The old man chuckled.
"Many names have been forgotten."
"So..."
"You may simply call me..."
He looked into the fire.
"...The Keeper."
Back in the underground chamber...
Noah stood completely still.
His eyes had closed.
The crystal floated quietly before him.
Eric looked worried.
"...Should we wake him?"
Father Benedict immediately shook his head.
"No."
"If you interrupt now..."
"...the chance may never come again."
Far away...
Deep beneath the forgotten shrine...
The final ancient chain cracked.
A massive stone door shifted ever so slightly.
From the darkness beyond...
A single golden eye slowly opened.
And for the first time in countless centuries...
It smiled.