"When one soul stands in two worlds, creation itself remembers how to balance."
Across infinite realms, versions of the Sandata Relic and its Wielders exist—each bound by a shared divine will, yet shaped by the unique truths of their respective worlds.
Every realm boasts its own champions, relics, and histories etched in blood and faith.
However, among these countless reflections, two realms stand apart.
Only within those realms does the Kamay ni Bathala exist.
Only there does Gregorio Aguilar reside.
Both embody the complete Kamay—both Hands and both Eyes—perfect reflections of a singular divine will.
Their dual existence does not defy creation; rather, it defines it.
Together, they maintain the balance between permanence and transience.
The mortal Gregorio leads the Sandata Unit.
The Other Gregorio—the Resonant Entity—exists beyond the flow of time, reliving the moment he once unmade all things.
Taal (Other Gregorio's Realm) — The Awakening Beneath the Fire
Before returning home, Captain Gregorio Aguilar led his Sandata Unit beneath the volcanic ridges of Taal.
Old codices of Namayan recorded that "the Eyes of Bathala sleep beneath the caldera, sealed in fire so mortals may never bear His sight."
The mission was one of containment.
Deep within the molten chambers, they discovered the Kamay ni Bathala—complete, silent, and waiting.
Twin bracers inscribed with divine Baybayin sigils; two vast shoulder pauldrons—the Eyes of Bathala, divine perception manifested.
Right Eye, Mercy. Left Eye, Judgment.
Each pulsed faintly, aware of its destined bearer.
Gregorio reached forward.
The relic responded.
Resonance erupted.
The mountain transformed into light, the air into sound.
His unit's cries became echoes woven into the relic's awakening.
When silence fell, only Gregorio remained, the Kamay fused to his form, the Eyes alive upon his shoulders.
The Kamay ni Bathala was whole. Both Eyes had chosen Gregorio.
At the cost of all others.
Namayan — The Moment of Unmaking
He returned home to Christine, who awaited him with the profound expectation of their unborn child, her presence a beacon of hope amidst the turbulent storm of their lives.
She awaited him by the river, her illness surpassing any remedy known to mortals.
Christine's breath grew shallow. Her hand trembled as she reached for his cheek.
"Goyo…" she whispered, her voice breaking like fragile glass. "Even gods weep when love ends. If there's light beyond this… bring it back."
When her pulse faded, the Eyes awakened.
Through the Eye of Mercy, he perceived her life's light flicker.
Through the Eye of Judgment, he saw Dian Alintana and Sitan, Fate and Death, guiding her beyond.
"Not them," Gregorio whispered.
Dian's voice trembled. "Their thread is complete."
Sitan's tone conveyed quiet finality. "Their time is owed."
Then silence. Only the relic's hum persisted, carrying the weight of her final words.
For a heartbeat, Gregorio felt every breath of his life collapse inward—every order followed, every oath sworn, every victory hollow.
The Kamay thrummed, responding to his despair with divine hunger.
Grief transformed into defiance.
"If this is Bathala's law," he declared, "then I will unmake His law."
The relic answered.
The Divine Whisper
As the sky split and reality trembled, a voice beyond creation entered his mind—calm, absolute, and without origin.
It was neither Bathala's nor man's; it was the Will that governed both.
"If your grief has become truth, then speak it.
Call forth the end, bearer of the Kamay.
Invoke the Word that even the gods feared to remember."
The Eyes blazed, symbols flaring across his pauldrons like the language of stars.
The relic began to hum—a resonance older than worlds.
"No, Gregorio!" Dian's serene composure fractured as Sitan pulled her into an escape glyph.
Gregorio lifted his hand, light cascading through the clouds, and spoke the words that would echo through eternity:
"Ultimate Punishment — Ender of Worlds!"
The Breaking of Divinity
Light tore open the heavens.The Kamay's systems of Mercy and Judgment fused in contradiction.
Both Eyes burned as one—perception absolute.
The divine invocation ignited the Kamay in full resonance.
Power erupted, not as flame or storm, but as erasure—a command that reality itself obeyed.
The Ender of Worlds fulfilled its name.
Gregorio's realm—its lands, its stars, its time—was unmade in a single instant.
Mountains collapsed inward, oceans evaporated into silence, and every soul was consumed by his will to erase everything.
Yet, even the Kamay ni Bathala had limits, for its wielder remained human.
The power to unmake all realms required a divinity that no mortal vessel could contain.
Thus, the command fractured.
His own universe was annihilated entirely—but the shockwave did not cease there.
Through space, time, and dimension, the collateral damage spread.
Every realm felt it—the past, present, and future rippling simultaneously.
Reality shuddered, and from those tears emerged the Spirit Breaches, the wounds left by a god's command spoken through a human throat.
The void where his world once stood shimmered with fragments of what had been—drifting shards of oceans, echoes of voices, and spectral remnants of time itself.
The command he had uttered did not fade; it multiplied, reverberating through the cosmos like an endless bell.
Across unseen planes, fissures ignited—tears of violet light bleeding through reality.
They resonated with the voice of the man who had ended his world, and every realm heard the echo.
In the silence that followed, nothing remained—only the slow heartbeat of the Kamay echoing through endless darkness, refusing to die.
The Resonant Entity had been born, a man who survived his own annihilation, forever bound to the echo of what he had unmade.
The War of Fate and Death
Dian Alintana wove the threads of causality using the Sinulid ng Kapalaran, Sitan cleaved through light with his Palakol ng Kasanaan.
They confronted the Entity whose existence defied the Loom itself.
Every strike landed too late—he existed before and beyond them.
Dian bowed her head. "He is outside sequence."
Sitan's voice rumbled. "To strike him is to strike time itself."
They withdrew—not in defeat, but in preservation.
As they drifted through the echoing void, Dian's light dimmed to a pale shimmer.
"I thought mortals were bound by frailty," she remarked softly. "Yet he reached beyond the divine."
Sitan gazed toward the wound left in creation.
"Even gods forget—will is stronger than order. He has proven it."
The two divine beings bowed their heads as the residue of his power rained like dust upon eternity.
"Then we must teach the other," Sitan murmured, "before this defiance becomes inheritance."
For balance to hold, they would seek the other Gregorio—the one still bound to time—
and stand beside him at the destined Convergence.
Setting the Chess Pieces
Through collapsing timelines they traveled, until they found the mortal Gregorio at the Clark Shrine—alive, human, merciful.
Sitan scrutinized his Sandata. "He bears the Kamay ni Bathala."
Dian's gaze deepened. "Incomplete… the Eyes are not yet reclaimed."
They understood the imbalance.
The Entity beyond time was complete; the mortal reflection was not.
To restore equilibrium, they devised a plan.
The mortal Gregorio must complete the Kamay sooner—before the fractures widened beyond repair.
Thus, Sitan and Dian moved unseen, weaving mortal lives into divine design.
They influenced the flow of events and the people surrounding Gregorio—
subtly guiding his allies, choices, and path—ensuring he would gather what was lost and ascend when the Loom demanded balance.
Sitan spoke.
"Let him gather what was lost. When he completes the Kamay, the balance will hold once more."
Dian nodded.
"And when both wielders stand whole, the Convergence shall begin."
The Wound Eternal
The Spirit Breaches were not born of chance or imperfection.
They were the scars of the Ender of Worlds—the residual echo of one realm's death felt by all others.
Even the Kamay ni Bathala could not erase everything, for its wielders remained human vessels, not gods.
The damage became the universe's memory of his defiance. Even now, the Resonant Entity unmakes in his eternal instant,
while the mortal Gregorio restores, each heartbeat countering the other—
their existence the very rhythm of the cosmos.
Two hands, two hearts, one burden shared across endless worlds.
The Obsidian Chamber — Manila
Beneath the heart of Manila, hidden below centuries of catacombs and mirrored wards,
the Obsidian Chamber thrummed with light that had no discernible source.
Here, the Anino ng mga Anitos gathered—five shadows cloaked in mortal authority, their relics humming with restrained divinity.
Senator Datu Alon, his hand resting near the sheathed Dahong Palay, gazed into the relic's core.
"The fracture is widening. The two Gregorios will meet. We must be prepared to seal them."
Governor Lakambini Reyes, adjusting the Abaniko ni Urduha, allowed the fan's stormlight to shimmer across the black glass walls.
"Let the world believe it commands the Convergence. We understand its true nature. We shape its conclusion."
Ambassador Tala Martinez, her Panulat ng mga Makata inscribing containment glyphs into the air, murmured softly,
"The Heart will endure. But only if the paradox is complete."
General Ramon Dimagiba, the Agimat on his chest pulsing with tactical resonance, nodded once.
"Our relic-forged army stands ready. They will not hesitate; they were created for this moment."
Congresswoman Aura Medina, her hands hovering above the Bolang Kristal, whispered,
"The seal must be exact. If either Gregorio resists, the Heart will rupture."
Their voices faded into the humming dark.
Beneath the Chamber's obsidian floor, separated only by wards of mirrored time, pulsed the Puso ni Bathala—a colossal amethyst crystal, singular across all realms.
Its rhythm matched the breathing of two worlds, each Gregorio a heartbeat apart.
Senator Alon drew a slow breath.
"When the Eyes see as one," he said quietly,
"the Hands will meet — and the Heart will awaken."
The Chamber dimmed.
Only the pulse of the crystal remained,
echoing through the silence of two balanced worlds.
The True Convergence.