Year 3002 B.C.
Brussels had changed.
The city was now a point of balance between the ancient and the advanced:
Clay houses adorned with carved stone details,
markets filled with rare fruits,
fabrics dyed in vibrant hues,
and music carried by human voices —
no artifice, no machines.
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Kael stood on the highest balcony of the Comandos Base.
More than ten years had passed since his last encounter with the Shadows.
Since then, he had remained vigilant… but distant.
Now, he felt a different call.
Not from time.
But from within.
He wanted to walk among the profane.
To eat as they did.
To hear their struggles.
To laugh at their stories.
To remember what it meant to live time — not just pass through it.
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In the Core Room, he made a formal request:
— I request mission leave for two cycles.
I wish to cross Europe as an ordinary man.
Mister's reply was immediate:
— Denied.
You no longer belong to the surface.
Your role is to preserve the line — not live it.
Kael pressed again.
And then… silence.
Minutes later, the LIGA's voice returned:
— Against the council's recommendation,
your journey is authorized.
—
Kael smiled.
He grabbed a simple tunic,
hid the disc beneath the fabric,
and took his first step — not through time…
but through the world.