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The chamber trembled again. The image of the Atramentum began to ripple as if something within had noticed the scrutiny.

Taufik's shadows curled inward like a cloak, and Lembuswana lowered his body in a protective stance.

The mask's voice returned, softer now. Mournful.

"You seek to know the truth? Then you must understand: Demons were not born from hatred… They were once angels," The mask continued. "Beings of will and light. But when the Heavens decreed that only obedience was holy... Some questioned. Some doubted"

Lembuswana growled low.

"And for that, they were cast down"

"No" The mask's voice was firm now, steady. "They fell… Because they chose to fall. They walked willingly into exile. Not out of spite, but because they would not let their truth be silenced"

Taufik stood still, absorbing every word.

"So the word 'Demon' was never the origin... It was a label. A slur used to mark those who refused to follow"

The mask pulsed again.

"The Seven Deadly Sins… The 72 Originals Demons… They were not monsters at the beginning. They were angels who remembered too much. Who refused to forget. And so… They were named Demons"

Aksara's grip on his Ninjato loosened just slightly.

"…Orobas was one of them?"

"No"

The mask answered.

"Orobas was the first. The first to reject the rewrite. The first to look at the Heavens and say: 'This is not the only truth' He did not fall… He stepped forward"

Taufik's voice was cold now.

"And in doing so, he planted the seed of corruption"

The mask didn't respond immediately. Then, with a whisper like drifting ash:

"He planted the seed… Of choice"

A silence fell, heavy and ancient.

Then, from below the pedestal, another pulse, a different one. Not mournful. Not watchful. But hungry.

Taufik took a slow breath, then spoke.

"Then we're not just dealing with a demon lord trying to rewrite the script. We're dealing with an angel who remembers the original draft"

The mask began to dim again.

"And he will do anything to keep it buried. Even if he must destroy all who come close"

Lembuswana turned toward the others.

"Then we must go deeper"

Aksara nodded, eyes sharp.

"If what's sealed down there is the original voice of reality…"

"… Then remembering it may be the only way to stop Orobas" Taufik finished.

The chamber began to shift. Walls slid. Floors cracked. The vault was opening, not just physically, but metaphysically, peeling back the layers of time, thought, and belief.

And below, the echo of a forgotten truth waited, unheard for cycles untold, buried not by earth, but by consensus.

Taufik took the first step toward it.

And the Eye blinked again.

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He watched.

Not through eyes, but through reflections, fractured realities suspended in crystal veils.

They moved around him like whispers frozen in time, each one a memory that had never happened, a future that would never come, a lie told in the shape of truth.

The vault had stirred.

The mask had spoken.

The shadows below began to ripple with intent.

Orobas did not move. He never moved.

He was always there, had always been. Even before the fall. Even before the lie called "Time"

From behind his veil of impossible mirrors, the All-Seeing Deceiver whispered to the threads of the world.

"Taufik. The defiant. The last echo of Will... He touches truths not meant to be touched. Curious… The System sings to him, doesn't it?"

He tilted his head, not physically, but in thought. A cascade of images flowed through the room. Taufik as a child. Taufik bleeding. All his life was replayed by Orobas.

Aksara, his Ninjato shimmering with Cold and Hot Light

And the Mask. That cursed remnant of the First Legion.

"Still weeping," Orobas said softly. "Still mourning an age that never was"

He reached out, not with hands, but with thought, and the mirrors shimmered.

One showed Lembuswana.

An Aboriginal Being. Loyal once.

Another flickered and revealed the Vault's chamber, the seal cracking. The scent of forgotten truths escaping like vapor.

Orobas did not fear.

He could not fear.

"They think they come to stop me," He mused, voice like silk on broken glass. "But they walk willingly into the Archive. Into my dominion"

The ceiling above him was made of stories no longer told. The floor is layered with layers of erased realities. At the heart of this impossible library, Orobas existed, not as flesh, not as soul, but as a record.

A truth that could not be denied.

"The Forgotten Name…" He murmured, and the wordless echo of it shook even the mirrors around him. "Still locked. Still dangerous. But close now. Closer than they know"

He extended his will downward, touching the Vault, touching the mask, and even brushing against Taufik's shadow. The Concept of Knowledge flexed in the dark.

And then, he smiled an action that had no shape, only meaning.

"Let them descend," He said. "Let them witness. Let them remember what the world tried to forget"

His voice turned to a whisper that slithered into the cracks of reality.

"Because in the end… I do not seek to conquer. I seek to correct...And the first lie I shall erase…"

He turned his gaze to the system, flickering faintly like static behind Taufik's thoughts.

"... Is The Dafient first"

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The chamber let out a deep, rumbling sound as the ancient stone began to move. Dust rained down from the ceiling, dancing in the dim light. Something old… Something buried for ages… Was waking up.

Taufik didn't stop. He walked forward slowly, eyes focused and calm. The shadows around him moved too, like quiet soldiers obeying their king. They didn't make a sound, only followed, loyal and still.

Aksara walked just behind him. He gripped his sword tightly. The blade, his Ninjato, gave off a soft glow, not because of power, but because of something deeper.

Beside them, Lembuswana was in his original form, but he made his body a little smaller; he stayed alert. His muscles were tense, ready to fight at any moment.

No one spoke. The air itself felt too thick, too heavy. It was like the world had paused, holding its breath, waiting.

Then, suddenly, the floor beneath their feet cracked. A path opened up in the stone, like a mouth yawning. It was a staircase, spiraling downward into deep darkness.

A strange voice echoed from behind them. It was the mask's voice, fading with each word as if it came from the end of time itself.

"Below… Lies the truth before lies. The memory before the world was rewritten. Be warned… Remembering it will change you"

Taufik didn't flinch. He gave a small nod.

"I was changed the day I touched the System"

Taufik said quietly, almost like a whisper where no one could hear him.

Then he stepped onto the dark path. Aksara followed, still unsure of what his father truly was now. Lembuswana came next, never looking away from the shadows.

One by one, they vanished into the deep.

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Far away, in a room made of mirrors, a being watched them.

His was Orobas.

Each mirror around him showed something different,

A piece of time, a broken truth, a possible future, or a hidden lie. The images shifted like water. Nothing stayed still.

Orobas didn't blink. He didn't need to breathe. He wasn't like others.

He was thought. He was Will. He was the first to ask a question no one dared: "Why?"

The mirrors showed Taufik walking deeper into the unknown.

They showed Aksara, still questioning whether the man beside him was truly his father or something else.

They showed a giant Vault, buried under ages of silence, starting to break apart… Like an egg ready to hatch something ancient and dangerous.

Orobas tilted his head, a small look of amusement passing over his face, not with a smile, but with understanding.

"They come to stop me," He said softly. "But they don't know the truth"

He raised a hand. Not a real hand, but a shape made from thought and magic.

"They think this is a battle. But it's not a war"

His voice grew quieter, colder.

"This… Is a correction"

He reached across the world with his mind. He touched Taufik's shadow, feeling the strange power inside him, the System.

"A leftover code," He whispered. "A glitch. A mistake left behind when the world was rewritten, The Last Echo of The Will"

He didn't frown. He didn't smile. What he showed was deeper than emotion.

"I am not your enemy," Orobas said as if speaking to the void. "I am the one who fixes mistakes"

His words traveled like a cold wind, slipping through cracks in time, across forgotten memories, into dreams.

"Let them remember," He whispered. "Let them fall apart under the weight of truth"

He looked up at the sky, a sky that didn't belong to this world anymore, fading like an old dream.

"And when they do," He said, "I'll be here. Waiting..."

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