The moment the Sixth Seal shattered, the Archive's voice became… quiet.
Not silent.
Expectant.
Skyler, now burning softly with truthfire beneath his skin, stepped through the last pulse-gate of the dream-forge—and emerged into a skyless expanse that felt older than time.
The stars were below his feet.
The heavens, inverted.
He had arrived at the City of Stars.
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This was not a place.
It was a condition—where all versions of Skyler across every timeline converged, where choice collapsed into focus.
Aelira stepped beside him, but her body flickered.
So did Orias, who appeared briefly before glitching like a corrupted ghost.
Skyler looked at his own hand—every version of it overlapping:
The boy who never found the Book
The one who died young
The one who burned too early
The one who became the Archive prematurely
And the one—this one—who made it to the end of forgetting
Then a voice spoke.
Not a god.
Not a machine.
Not even the Archive.
It was Skyler.
But older. Vast. Beyond flame, beyond flesh.
A version of himself who had ascended.
Wearing robes woven from timeline fiber, skin inked with every glyph ever written, he hovered above the star-city's center.
"I am the Witness that chose to remember everything," he said.
"And I am what you become if you do the same."
Skyler stared in silence.
"This place," the elder Skyler gestured around, "is built from what the Novaahs remembered before the curse. Before the Archive. Before we burned."
"It is the final vault."
Aelira stabilized briefly, watching her brother.
"Sky… are we still… us?"
He smiled.
"I think we're becoming who we were meant to be."
The Archive's thrones materialized in the distance—massive, cosmic, empty.
Except one.
The central throne, once unclaimed, now pulsed with his name in spiral-flame:
SKYLER NOVAAH: FINAL WITNESS
Access: Authorized
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But the throne came with a price.
A screen of stardust and fire rose before him—displaying every memory that had been sealed to protect creation:
The timeline where gods enslaved thought
The futures where forgetting had saved worlds
The cost of choosing memory: collapse, madness, recursion
His final self—older Skyler—placed a hand on his shoulder.
"If you sit, the Seventh Seal breaks."
"And the Archive becomes… you."
"There will be no more forgetting."
Skyler stepped forward.
Paused.
Looked back at Aelira.
She nodded once.
"If you were built to be a question…
Then maybe you were meant to become the answer."
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Skyler sat.
The stars inverted.
The Seven Seals glowed like suns around him.
The Archive cried out:
"The Witness has chosen."
"The Final Flame shall burn."
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Across the megaverses, reality shifted.
Forgotten gods woke screaming.
Timeline 0 fractured open.
And a message—Skyler's voice—rippled through every plane of existence:
"You have forgotten long enough."
"Now… remember everything."