Metaverse of Mechas

📘 Chapter 53

🧬 Scene 1: The Hidden Legacy

The cold air inside the Guild's abandoned data bunker felt unnatural. Zeron descended deeper, guided by Ivy and the decrypted path from the celestial message. At the center of the final chamber, a single prism-shaped core hovered above a shattered dais.

"This… this is Project P.R.I.S.M.," Ivy said, her voice echoing.

Zeron reached out. The moment his hand touched the core, a cascade of light burst from it—illuminating images, holograms, and voice clips.

His mother, Yurein Vael, appeared mid-battle, surrounded by unfamiliar allies.

"This world doesn't need protection," she said. "It needs remembrance."

Suddenly, the truth clicked—P.R.I.S.M. wasn't a weapon.

It was a memory forge.

It could recreate erased timelines, identities, and history itself.

🌒 Scene 2: The Descent of the Black Star

Above the Earth's orbit, the missing stars swirled to form a vortex. And then—it arrived.

A black star.

It didn't emit light—it devoured it.

From within, a monolithic structure descended like a god falling from the heavens. It had no engines, no heat signature.

"It's not a ship," Ivy whispered, monitoring data from all satellite feeds.

"It's… a rewrite node."

The Writer's Herald had arrived.

Its descent bent the skies, and every Mecha pilot across the planet experienced a single shared hallucination:

A feathered quill dripping ink.

A book closing.

A whispered phrase: "The Final Draft Begins."

🧠 Scene 3: Zui and the Other Unite

Inside the dream realm of Dual Requiem, Zui sat across from her alternate self, the Other Zui—expression fierce, full of fight and fear.

"We keep fighting each other," Zui said. "But the truth is, we're the same."

"I'm not like you," Other Zui hissed. "You're still soft. I survived because I chose vengeance."

"And I'll survive because I choose hope."

The Other lunged—and Zui didn't resist.

Instead, she embraced her.

And in that instant, their minds merged.

Their two timelines overlapped.

And Dual Requiem fused completely.

"We are one," Zui said.

"I'll carry your rage and my heart. For our brother."

⚔️ Scene 4: The Traitor's End

In the ruins of the Eclipse Dome, Lyra Tenebris attempted escape, her program unraveling.

But Aina stood before her, Eclipse Frame at full sync.

"You wanted to edit history. Now you'll become a footnote."

With a burst of synchrony, Aina activated the Time-Stitch Protocol—a counter-edit sequence developed by the minds of a thousand rebel coders.

Lyra screamed as her data fractured.

Not into death.

But into non-existence.

She was deleted from the narrative thread itself—unwritten, unremembered.

Only Aina retained the log.

"Even traitors deserve a witness," she murmured.

🛠️ Scene 5: The Machine of Extraction

Back in the rebel city's core lab, Ivy finished constructing a strange mechanoid device.

"What is it?" Zeron asked.

"A bridge," Ivy replied. "To the erased. With this, we can extract echoes—maybe even fragments of Zake."

Zeron hesitated.

"Even if they come back… they won't be the same."

"Neither are we."

The machine powered on—humming with ancient energy from P.R.I.S.M.'s core.

A single word appeared in floating glyphs above the control panel:

"Request Timeline Anchor."

🕳️ Scene 6: The Writer Revealed

From the falling black star, a silhouette began to descend—one step at a time, walking through unreal air.

He wore no armor.

No weapons.

Just a cloak of floating ink pages.

His face was blank—a mirror to the observer.

He looked at Zeron through the sky itself.

"The world has run too long on rough drafts," the voice echoed inside the minds of billions.

"Now… I will pen the ending."

Zeron clenched his fists. The Codex in his soul burned.

"Then I'll write the next beginning."

🔮 Preview — Chapter 54: The Memory of a Brother

Zeron attempts his first extraction from the erased realm using the new device.Ivy uncovers a fragment of a forgotten resistance group from an alternate timeline.Zui debuts the full merged form of Dual Requiem against an enemy AI.The Writer takes his first step onto Earth… and the weather begins to turn into code.A forgotten figure returns—half real, half memory.