The Vault trembled.
Not from fear, but from recognition.
Taufik raised his hand, and the very air shimmered with resistance.
His eyes blazed, not with fire, but with intricate, shifting glyphs of living code, layers upon layers of ancient logic interwoven with divine authority.
Aksara and Lembuswana stood still. They said nothing. The silence wasn't empty, it was reverent.
Around them, the world distorted, not violently, but as if existence itself was making room. Making space for something that had been forgotten by design.
Taufik whispered, almost to himself,
"Let's test this… Rewrite"
[Root Access Confirmed]
[Target: Basukhi - Soul Fractured Across Worldlines]
[Note: Fragments embedded in all Ancient Dragons. Removing fragments may erase entire species lines]
Taufik paused.
His breath caught in his chest as the implications unfolded before him like cascading code. To bring one back... Without undoing the millions that descended from him?
