"When time heals, it leaves scars. Some whisper. Some scream."—Uatu the Watcher
Earth-Prime. Year 1 A.C. (After Convergence)
A child was born under a thunderstorm.
Not from flesh, but from light—woven from residual energy left by the shattered Clock. The doctors called her a miracle. The world never knew she wasn't entirely from this world.
Her name was Liora.
She would not speak for the first five years of her life.
But when she finally did, her first words were not in English, or any known language.
They were in the language of the Eidolons.
The Rift Beneath Manhattan
Deep underground, behind forgotten subway tunnels and crusted walls of ancient alloy, a spark reignited.
A Fragmentum shard—long thought extinguished—lit up like a dying star waking from slumber.
It pulsed once.Twice.Then whispered across space.
"The bearer failed. The echo remains."
Unknown Location – The Recompiler
Somewhere in a dimension without time, someone began to rewrite.
Hands of metal and mind constructed something new. A being. A weapon.
"Echo-Kael is dead," the voice said."Long live his Rebirth.""Long live… Null-Kael."
Final Panel
Riri wakes in a cold sweat.
She looks at the broken remains of the old shard on her desk.
And sees it pulse—
Once.
❖ To Be Continued in Chapter 1 – Whispers in the Wire ❖