With a scream Caelin staggered and collapsed against a mostly destroyed wall, which shifted ominously under his weight. Breathing heavily he rested his head against the ash coated concrete. Racking coughs tore through his body leaving blood mixed with the ash. Groaning he slowly sank to the ground, wincing as the jolt sent a fresh bolt of agony through his wounds. Heat radiated fiercely from nearby fires, intensifying the pain in his wounds. Ash drifted slowly through the air, settling on his skin like grey snow. The acrid taste of smoke lingered on his tongue, mixing unpleasantly with blood and leaving him nauseated.
Soul Stability - 27%
The world fractured, reality splintering into jagged shards, each fragment reflecting distorted images of fire, shadow, and twisted buildings. Caelin felt as if gravity itself tilted, the disorienting pull nearly dragging him sideways.
Firelight flickered against soulsteel walls. Caelin stood in a hall of screaming memories.
Location - Soulspire Indoctrination Sector – Hall of Broken Purpose
The sound of chains dragging across stone. Screams beneath the surface.
The smell of charred regret, the smell of domination and fear.
He gasped, memories threatening to come crashing through the wall in his mind. Then it was gone and he was back. The smoke-filled air pressed oppressively around him, heavy and cloying. His vision swam, edges blurred by flickering shapes and shadows that danced just beyond clarity. His pulse hammered in his ears, each beat echoing painfully against his skull.
Caelin staggered before dropping to his knees, breath coming raggedly, fresh blood falling to the broken ground. Shaking his head he spat, more blood than saliva coming from his mouth.
“Good…” coughs ripped through him again, leaving more blood on his chin, “fight, Warhound.”
Slumping back his eyes fluttered and he felt conciousness slipping and he welcomed the respite.
“No.”
Caelin’s looked up to see a figure standing over him.
“Who… no.”
The Harbinger’s form flickered.
First Life, pale gold, verdant veins pulsing gently.
Then it was Death. Towering, cloaked in soulflame with a mirrored bone helm and skeletal wings made of screaming light. He loomed, terrible and calm. But the voice remained Life’s.
“Don’t look at me like that, Caelin. I can be… whoever you need me to be.”
“No? Is that any-”
“No. You can't be here. No, just, no.”
“Caelin-”
“Life?”
The Harbinger of Life stepped back and looked around the area before sighing.
“The System… has put a lot of effort for something so… fleeting.”
Caelin coughed up blood as he tried to stand.
“Why do you fight it then?”
Caelin ignored the Harbinger as he fought his pain, struggled to his feet and stumbled away. The Silenced One didn't see the emotions that flashed across the Harbingers face at the perceived disrespect.
“Ignoring me? Caelin, when did you get so petty?” The Harbinger raised a hand then curled it into a fist, Caelin staggered like he'd been punched. “I shouldn't have to say this, you should know better. You don't,” Caelin reeled from an invisible blow to the face, “ignore your,” again Caelin's head snapped back, fresh blood colouring one eye, “betters!”
A metallic taste flooded his mouth, and the smell of burning flesh intensified, though nothing visibly changed. The world momentarily darkened at the edges, shadows creeping inward as though to smother him. Caelin dropped to his knees, a pool of blood formed around him as both fresh and old wounds screamed out, his agony had reached a fever pitch. The Harbinger stood, regal and terrible and laughed before lowering themself to squat above Caelin.
“Don't forget, with Death you were nothing. You need me.” Life stood then offered a hand to Caelin. “Caelin, I don't want to hurt you, you do this to yourself.”
Caelin nodded slowly, memories flickering in his mind of similar encounters with Death. Caelin nodded again, hatred bubbling deep within then winced as a hand gripped his shoulder.
“I'm inside your head. Not all wounds need to be visible.”
With a parting squeeze Life disappeared, leaving Caelin staggering back. The scent of decay lingered sharply where Life had stood, mingling unnaturally with the burning city. His skin crawled, nerves alight with phantom pain, as if invisible fingers still dug cruelly into his flesh.
Turning Caelin resumed his slow, plodding journey through the dying vestiges of Campbelltown. Life's visit, while unpleasant, had one benefit. Being so close to the Harbinger of Life, even the version generated by their connection, meant he'd been in the presence of Life energy. His armour had sealed up, pressing on the more serious wounds and slowing the flow of blood. Looking at his HUD, he was still deep in the red, but his situation wasn't as dire. Forcing a chuckle past blood stained teeth he carried on. One name repeating in his mind.
“Dara.”
The air warped and the burned buildings twisted upward, metal towers glinting like obsidian.
“Serrakia?”
Location Identified: Tower Bastion – Final Line
The sky above shimmered as if holding back a sea of Void. A place that had died in silence. Cold, biting air surged around him, incongruous with the heat of the burning ruins moments earlier. Serrakia’s scent, ancient stone and dust, filled his nostrils briefly before vanishing as abruptly as it had appeared.
His Soul remembered even if his mind didn't.
Soul Stability - 25%
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They were upon him before he had a chance to react. A portal opened above his head, released a pack of demonic creatures then snapped shut. The pack instantly put him on the defensive, small improvised weapons lashed out at him as he jumped back, Soulblade appearing in his hand.
Caelin focussed on the closest enemy and a pop-up surged into his vision. That pop-up was quickly superseded as his HUD took in the fact that he was beset by a pack of the creatures, not just a lone attacker.
Name: Riftgnashers
Type: Tier II Aberration Behavior: Pack hunters
Tactics: Ambush through portals, use scavenged melee weapons, coordinate strikes
Summary: Riftgnashers are feral System-spawned predators drawn to Soul instability and System Wounds. They attack in packs of 5-10, bursting from Micro Eclipses with scavenged weapons, executing eerily coordinated ambushes. Their shrieking jaws split open vertically to tear into their prey. Weak alone, lethal together.
With a grimace of both pain and annoyance Caelin’s senses went into overdrive, he plotted a mental map and tracked the 9 Riftgnashes circling him and the dying creature twitching on an exposed length of metal above his head. His senses highlighted something he hadn’t considered in his weakened state, while Silenced Nature shielded him from the System’s view, it didn’t extend to blood that was left behind as he slowly bled out. He’d left a perfect trail that the System could follow, clearly showing where he’d be.
Paranoia clawed at his mind, turning every shadow into a threat, every whisper of wind into approaching footsteps. The metallic scent of blood saturated the air around him, overwhelming and oppressive, amplifying his dread
Without warning he threw the Ethereal Blade, it went through the eye and skull of one Riftgnasher, killing it instantly before it embedded itself in the chest of another. While the blade was in flight Caelin burst into movement, taking the head of one of the demons off with a callous sweep of the Soulblade, a slight movement of his left hand recalled the Etheral Blade to his grip and he skewered another with both blades in the chest. Five dead, four to his hands. The remaining Riftgnashers opened their verical maws and shrieked at him. Caelin flicked the Soulblade casting the remaining blood from its gleaming length and reentered the fray.
Blade met serrated bone, Ethereal Blade met metal pipe. Sharpened length of metal met thigh muscle. Concrete club met knee. Two Riftgnashers dropped to the ground missing arms, their skulls were quickly reduced to paste and Caelin stamped down on both. His legs screamed, the pain from the minor injuries wouldn’t usually be of consequence, but added to his existing wounds, the blood he had already lost and had continued to lose during this pointless battle… he was quickly reaching the point where he wouldn’t be able to continue. His HUD flared suddenly, the notification crasging through his pain.
Bleed Debuff: STACKING Detected Wound Threshold: 147% – Stabilisation Failure Imminent
The numbers danced in static, jittering erratically before resetting to green. But he could still feel the blood.
With a scream of anger and defiance Caelin grabbed one of demons by the skull and crushed it in his grip, then swung the body like an improvised club, driving one of the remaining creatures to the ground. Throwing the now mostly headless club to the ground he threw the Ethereal Blade at the stunned creature then dove at the last Riftgnasher. It bit at his face, mouth spreading wide enough that for a brief moment Caelin through it could’ve swallowed him. Then they crashed into the side of a building, driving the breath from them both and weapons from their hands. In a moment of clarity Caelin reached down to his belt and removed the Warhound’s handgun. As he lifted it in an almost perfect imitation of how the Warhound had in their battle a pop-up appeared. One he should’ve seen during the Train Station battle if Suppression hadn’t been active.
Weapon Identified
Glock 19 Gen 5 MOS – Modified (Pre-System)
A sidearm favoured by elite Earthborn forces. This variant was personally modified by Logan Stojanovi? during his service in the 2nd Commando Regiment.
Reliable, compact, and lethal in the right hands. Enhanced for rapid target acquisition and close-quarters dominance.
No System modifications
The pop-up disappeared after Caelin pulled the trigger three times, splashing himself, the wall and the ground with Riftgnasher brains and blood. The Glock flashed away, this time being sent to his Inventory, not his belt.
With an effort of will Caelin pushed the last creature away, his breaths were coming fast and ragged, new wounds, wounds he hadn’t noticed during the fight covered his body but healing was in effect. His healing abilities' detriment was also in full effect, the Bleed Debuff flashed brighter on his HUD, something he hadn’t noticed before. Healing of these minor wounds would also be slower. Caelin rocked his head back against the broken concrete beneath him, eyes closed and fists clenched.
Sweat mingled with blood, running down his face in stinging rivulets. He shivered violently despite the oppressive heat from the nearby fires, the conflicting sensations disorienting him further as the smoky air burned in his lungs.
“Dara.”
With a deep breath Caelin forced himself to his feet, looking down his eyes roamed over the death creatures, System Spawned, no Souls, but they felt… different. He strained his tired mind but nothing surfaced. Turning he resumed his pained march in the direction his HUD indicated based on the intel he’d received. With a look over his shoulder he confirmed that the blood trail had started again. He had nothing that would stop that, the only chance of survival was Dara.
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Caelin blinked, looking around he frowned. The Riftgnasher bodies were gone, he was… closing his eyes he took a deep breath and opened them again. Nothing had changed, he was sure of that. The last thing he remembered had been… had been…
“Dara.”
He’d blacked out but kept moving, his wounds should’ve made it difficult for him to function but the blood loss was stripping him of everything.
His senses twinged, it was barely anything, if he’d been whole, maybe…
Something slammed into him from behind and he fell face first onto the ground.
“Sorry mate! Gotta go, I’d get off the street. The Reapers are coming.”
Before Caelin could react he heard someone scrabble against the fractured ground, get back to their feet and run away. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, Caelin sat up.
“The Reapers?”
His breath quickened sharply, heart pounding as if trying to escape his chest. The ambient sounds warped briefly, becoming distorted echoes that seemed to mock his disorientation, each noise amplifying his rising panic. Making a decision Caelin pulled his hood up and moved as quickly as he could off to the side. His cloak activated as he slumped against the remains of a burnt out vehicle.
Harbinger’s Cloak of the Reaper (Rare): Woven from Soul Echo remnants, this hooded cloak shrouds Caelin in darkness, reducing System detection and blending him with the shadows. It amplifies stealth, allowing near-invisibility and silent movement, while instilling fear in nearby enemies. The cloak also regenerates health and energy over time. However, prolonged use strains the wearer, causing mental fatigue and physical sluggishness once the effect fades, making Caelin more vulnerable to detection for a short period.
He didn’t have long to wait, three hooded figures came around the corner with their blades out, lethal intent coming off them in waves. In shock Caelin looked at his HUD, pulling up the System Hunt message.
Earth 784G457 - Silenced Ones - 4
PRIORITY EXECUTION ORDER - ELIMINATE THEM ALL
The number rattled around inside his head, 4 Silenced Ones left on this Earth. Pulling back into himself Caelin looked for the Network, his only connection to his remaining brothers and sisters.
“Brother.”
The word tore through his mind, there was only one being on Earth with the power, the knowledge, the ability and the desire to communicate with him. Ansen. Calin sifted through the threads that were still active on the Network until he found Ansens. Strong, reinforced in a way that was unfamiliar to Caelin and very distant.
“I see you brother. Cowering in the dark, wounded and alone. Your weakness sickens me. I can end your pain. Come to me, let me break that weak, fractured abomination of a Soul.”
The hooded figures slowed, one lowered its hood and panned her eyes over the area. Caelin didn’t move. The Reaper knelt down where Caelin had been knocked to the ground, she leaned forward and sniffed the blood.
The woman crouched and her hand brushed Caelin’s blood. It shimmered, then darkened. A ripple of Void spread from the smear. A hand reached out of the darkness, impossibly long, red as ruin and grabbed her arm.
Her shriek cut off abruptly.
And then she was crouching again, unbothered. The blood was still red. Caelin hadn’t blinked.
“Caelin?” In the shadows Caelin’s eyes widened, they knew his name? The other two visibly came to attention, he could hear their heart rates increase, while the one crouching down, nothing changed. She was… different. “He headed in that direction.” She pointed away from where Caelin hid.
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Caelin frowned, why would they think… the person who ran into him. Looking down he saw that he was covered in his own blood. That was why.
These false Reapers were hunting him. Even if he hadn’t been their intended target, coming across his trail, the System or Ansen would make sure he was hunted like a dog. The Reaper with her hood down, gestured again and the three set off at a run.
Caelin slumped against a low wall, trying to breathe through the pain.
When he opened his eyes he saw Logan’s body at his feet. Bloody, with the Reaper's Bane in hand. Caelin recoiled, his back slammed against the mostly destroyed wall, the pain from the impact caused his vision to darken. After blinking several times the body was gone. The ground beneath him felt strangely soft, like flesh rather than concrete, shifting subtly as if breathing. The metallic tang of blood filled his senses, sharp and overpowering, threatening to pull him back into hallucination.
Soul Stability - 20%
After they’d moved out of sight Caelin dropped his hood, waited to see if he’d get hit with the cloak’s detriment then breathed a sigh of relief.
Detection: Suppressed
Silenced Nature: DEACTIVATED
Caelin’s breath caught and he blinked slowly.
The HUD flashed again, but the notification was empty, then it flashed red the error flashed.
ERROR
A high-pitched ringing filled his ears, drowning out all other sounds. Colors inverted briefly, reality twisting and swirling violently before snapping back into place, leaving him gasping, heart racing in terrified confusion.
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Caelin was running out of time, his blood loss was impacting his Abilities, and possibly his mind. Shaking his head against he watched as one of the destroyed buildings to the side started screaming, then turned into one of the grand towers from Serrakia's capital. The architectural marvel stretched far into the sky,then as he watched darkness fell and the splendour turned to brutalist lines and gothic regalia.
System Override: Indoctrination Protocol Instated
“No…” The word slipped from Caelin's lips. Barely audible. Barely anything.
Compliance Level - 12%
Reindoctrination Initiating – Transfering to Soulspire
Surgical Ward – Hall of Broken Purpose
Caelin gasped as pain lanced through his chest.
This place. The Hall where Death took the doubters, those who questioned where the Harbinger reeducated those who dared questioned Death's Law. Indoctrination meant soul-searing reprogramming. It meant pain.
He'd screamed in that place once, long ago. Caelin's mind fractured in on itself. Memories suppressed long before Death's rebellion slid into place, like a blade of Soul Fire sliding into his brain. He screamed again as blood ran from his body in torrents.
Chains tore from the wall before him and impaled his body, pain seared through him and he blacked out. His nerves screamed in fiery agony, the phantom sensation of chains still tearing at his flesh even after reality returned. The acrid stench of burnt flesh and the bitter taste of ash lingered heavily, leaving him trembling uncontrollably on the shattered earth. When he opened his eyes the shattered buildings around him had reverted to the Earth architecture the Draconic Leviathan had decimated. With a deep breath he continued, a shambling bloody mess leaving a trail of blood behind him.
Soul Stability - 15%
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Caelin heard combat ahead, he closed his eyes and counted as he crumbled in on himself. The pain was mind numbing. The noises continued. He squeezed them shut again and yet, combat continued.
“Was it all real?”
Shuffling further forward he collapsed to his hands and knees and crawled over a pile of rubble. The energy to walk around it had fled him long ago. Now he was reduced to a straight line, deviation wasted time. Time was something he didn't have. Cresting the top of the small rubble pile Caelin looked down on a sight he didn't expect.
The three false Reapers were locked in combat with… a group that looked to be Originals. Their power shone even in his weakened state. Shaking his head he tried to clear any false images from his mind. Slipping he tumbled down the side of the rubble pile and lay in a bloody heap and waited for death to take him. Something he could only remember happening once in his long life, at the Tower Bastion on Serrakia, the day Void consumed an entire planet. Closing his eyes he waited.
“Reaper? I can't Identify you.”
A faint, broken smile tugged at his lips as he sagged back, recognition flickering through the haze of blood and exhaustion.
Sergeant Dara Valkerys
Class: Seraphic Vanguard
Level: 17
Faction: Unknown
Light flickered unnaturally around Dara, momentarily warping her form. Shadows twisted behind her, distorting reality in a nauseating way. The scent of fresh, clean air clashed violently with the choking smoke that still filled his lungs, disorienting him further.
“You can't be… Dara?”
The woman pulled back, lowered her impressive weapon and scrutinised the man on the ground below her. The world blurred at the edges of Caelin’s vision. Screams echoed from beyond the shattered ruins, faint, distant, distant enough that they felt like memories rather than reality. He struggled, that felt like a Silenced One Ability. The feeling danced around the edges of his memory, trying to drag something through.
He was on his knees trying to get up, one hand pressed to the ground, the other hanging limp. Blood that had previously run freely now seemed to trickle slowly. It had begun to dry on the cracked concrete beneath him. He could feel his Fractured Soul fraying at its crumbling seams. He had minutes.
Dara didn’t hesitate.
She stepped forward and knelt beside him, one hand already glowing with soft, golden light, the outline of golden wings appeared at his back. He squinted up at her, his broken mind struggling to comprehend what he was seeing.
“Nephilim?”
Soul Stability - 7%
The battlefield fell away behind them, the chaos muted by the sudden hum of power. As her hand met Caelin’s chest, a ripple of warmth spread across his frame, he felt the Ability make Contact with his HUD.
Allow Final Benefiction Access?
Yes/No
Caelin didn't think twice, instantly giving the Ability access to his mind, body and Soul. His sluggish brain trying to recall where he’d heard the word ‘Nephilim’ in the past.
Final Benediction Activated
Effect: Healing initiated. Scaling with subject's accumulated damage.
Afflictions: Purged. Soul Detriment: Stabilizing.
Unique Effect Triggered: Fractured Soul identified. Unifying parameters initiated.
The pop-up lingered longer than it should have. Dara pulled back slightly, blinking at the shifting glow across Caelin’s torso.
“That’s not supposed to happen,” she muttered.
Caelin’s body seized as something shifted deep inside. Not in his flesh, but deep within his Soul. He felt it, twisting, unlocking, like an ornate mechanism turning within a vault long sealed. His fingers dug into the ground. His eyes flew wide, then dimmed as a second notification seared across his HUD.
Initiating Soul Realignment
Soul Recalibration in Progress
Soul Blueprint Detected
Silenced One Framework Adapting – Soul Lattice Recalibrating
A low sound tore from his throat, part exhale, part groan, part something primal.
“That really isn’t supposed to happen.”
The air around them crackled sharply, charged with energy both comforting and terrifying. His consciousness flickered, reality bleeding at the edges as overlapping echoes of memories and sensations threatened to pull him under again.
He collapsed forward, barely caught by Dara. Her touch burned hot and cold simultaneously, sensations blending chaotically. His vision fractured into overlapping images, each breath he drew feeling impossibly heavy, each heartbeat echoing painfully in his skull. Her mouth moved, but the ringing in his ears drowned her out. She tried to rouse him, hands glowing brighter, other healing abilities triggering, but his Soul was no longer listening.
Caelin’s Inventory opened of its own accord. The Soulgem he’d taken from Logan tore itself free, lifted in a surge of violet-gold energy, and slammed directly into his chest.
Another pop-up scrawled into the void before his consciousness dimmed entirely.
Ability Genesis Triggered
NEW ABILITY ACQUIRED
Predatory Perception (Evolved) Type: Passive/Active Hybrid
Constructs a sensory combat lattice from movement, scent, and threat resonance. Grants continuous awareness—hostile intent is felt before it manifests.
Combat Pulse (Active): Accelerates sensory input for 5 seconds. Melee attacks become auto-counterable; ranged attacks are dodgeable with micro-adjustments.
Cooldown: 30s
Caelin’s body slumped in Dara’s arms. His breathing was shallow, but steady. The Soulgem was gone, completely consumed. His Soul Stability collapsed, then stabilized.
Dara looked up toward the distant edge of the field where smoke still rose in streaks. Then back to Caelin. Her hand hovered over his chest, as if she could still feel the echo of what had just happened.
"That... wasn’t healing," she whispered.
Dara rocked back on her heels looking down at the unconscious Caelin. When he'd accepted Final Benediction his details had appeared as a System Pop-Up. It wasn't like anything she'd seen before.
System Diagnostic – Combat Unit Identified
Name: Caelin
Status: Alive – Stabilising
Vital Signs: Anomalous
Designation: Silenced One [Redacted]
Class: Unknown Archetype [Fragmented Signal]
Level: 400 [Static Override – System cannot verify progression]
Authority Lineage: Harbinger Access [Expunged]
Mantle Succession Eligibility: Lineage Detected [Access Severed]
Soul Integrity: Fractured – Volatile – High Density
Threat Level: Extreme
System Response: Suppression Protocols Offline
Note: Entity does not conform to current Multiversal schema. Proceed with caution.
Display Glitch – Signature Interference
Attempting Re-Sync…
Error Code: X-Null-1312 – Identity
Corruption Confirmed
Final Report Sent to Central Process Node
Silent Nature Interrupted Report
Reporting Cancelled.
Dara just stared as the pop-up continued to scroll. Oddly it displayed lines at a time before flickering ominously then displaying the next 3 lines. Made even more unusual with the breaks in text. Looking down at her unexpected patient she shook her head, her hand still resting on his chest.
“Level 400?”
Dara froze as something crunched behind her. She instantly reached down to her waist but came away empty. Looking to the side she saw her powerful weapon where she'd dropped it to save Caelin's life. With her connection to Caelin still active the weapons details popped up again.
F90-C Seraph Variant – “Judgement”
System-Enhanced Assault Rifle | Class-Sync: Seraphic Vanguard
Modified bullpup rifle once wielded by Dara Valkerys during her 2CO service. Reengineered by the System to channel radiant bursts through sustained fire, amplifying healing and defensive abilities mid-combat.
Optimised for frontline synergy. Increased radiant output with active ability cycling.
“Step away from the target.”
The voice cracked against her like a whip and she stiffened.
“I'm a healer, if I step away he'll die.”
“He dies either way. Ansen had demanded it.”
“Ansen?” Dara paused, she knew most of the officers in Kael's Raiders. All of them were as bad as their leader. An involuntary shudder ran through her. “One of Kael's dogs?”
No response came, Dara twisted to look over her shoukder to see 2 Reapers looking down at her.
“Kill her,” a feminine voice declared with a cold and detached finality.
With a sigh Dara activated another ability.
Lifeline Protocol
Military-Tier Combat Triage
Deploys a timed kinetic shield on one target that absorbs damage and heals when broken. If the target drops below 20% health, the shield instantly detonates into a burst of regenerative energy affecting nearby allies.
Cooldown reduced if used reactively.
With Caelin's health well below 20% the shield shattered instantly releasing a pulse of golden light. The advancing Reaper flinched and Dara dove to the side, rolled over her weapon and came up to release a controlled burst at centre mass. The Reaper died on his feet, his chest and head a mess of blood and bone.
As the Reaper dropped to the ground she looked over at Caelin with a frown, then with another sight her eyes glowed golden and she lifted off the ground. As she took a shooting stance facing the shocked final Reaper, Caelin coughed and got to his knees.
Pressing a hand to the ground Caelin rapidly took stock of the situation. Predatory Perception caused combat and environmental data to rapidly flow into his mind. Multiple pop-ups and HUD notifications flashed past. With a smile he disappeared, Dara and the Reaper displayed mirrored looks of shock.
Unseen by the false Reaper Caelin appeared behind her, looking like he emerged from her shadow. He stood to his full height, dark eyes flashed and his spectral scythe carved a terrible line of finality through the woman's body. She collapsed, unnamed and impotent in a pool of her own blood. A pool that Caelin followed her into, his wounds while healing had caught up with him. Dara took several steps back, the wings muted by the daylight flickered and disappeared as she spoke.
“Jesus…”
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Abilities:
Caelin
Predatory Perception (Evolved)
Type: Passive/Active Hybrid
Origin: Soul Integration – Logan Stojanovi?
Genesis Source: Tactical Edge + [Sensory Matrix
Passive Effect:
Constructs a combat lattice from ambient stimuli—movement, scent, spatial pressure, and threat resonance. Grants continuous battlefield awareness. Hostile intent is detected seconds before action. Attacks can be anticipated and countered with preternatural precision. Always active.
Active Effect – Combat Pulse:
Unleashes the full lattice for 5 seconds. All sensory input is accelerated beyond conscious limits. Melee attacks are automatically counterable. Ranged projectiles are tracked and avoidable via micro-adjustments.
Cooldown: 30 seconds.
Draconic Soul Detriment – Instability Surge:
This ability cannot be disabled. Prolonged use widens existing fractures in the Soul. Sensory overload may trigger hallucinations, false threat indicators, or temporal dissonance. In rare cases, residual Soul fragments may generate hostile projections based on reaped Souls
Dara
Final Benediction
Type: Out-of-Combat – High-Risk Restoration Class Signature Ability – Seraphic Vanguard Cooldown: 1 Use per Day (Non-Combat Only)
Channels the full force of the Seraphic Core to purge all afflictions, status ailments, Soul corruption, and lingering System damage from a single target.
Primary Effect:
Restores all physiological and Soul-based afflictions.
Removes Draconic Debuffs, persistent bleed states, toxins, and corruption.
Can partially realign fractured Soul constructs.
Special Condition – Ancient Soul Detected:
If used on a target with non-standard Soul architecture, such as Harbinger-forged entities or Silenced Ones, Final Benediction may initiate a forced recalibration event.
Recalibration Event (Caelin Specific):
The Soul fractures are momentarily exposed and aligned, rotating like the tumblers of a lock.
System architecture briefly misidentifies user class and lineage.
Trigger: Unexpected Ability Genesis
Result: Logan Stojanovi?’s Soulgem forcibly integrates, catalysing the evolution of a new hybrid ability.
Warning: This effect is unique to high-tier Silenced Ones and is not repeatable under normal conditions. The ability will not function again on the same target until full stasis has been achieved and reset confirmed by the System.
Lifeline Protocol
Type: Dual-Purpose – Combat/Support Hybrid Cooldown: 60 Seconds (Individual Cast) / 3 Minutes (Mass Effect)
Deploys a compact biotic signature tether to all nearby allies, establishing a regenerative field.
Primary Effect (Single Target):
Heals moderate injuries instantly.
Grants a reactive shield that activates upon critical damage, absorbing a fatal hit once before shattering.
Shield lingers for 10 seconds or until triggered.
Group Effect (Pulse Mode):
Emits a radiant burst of healing energy.
Restores 25% baseline health to all allies within range.
Applies Guardian’s Mark for 15 seconds: incoming healing is increased by 50%, and damage received is reduced by 10%.
Seraphic Class Signature:
Lifeline Protocol’s regenerative core synchronises with battlefield trauma. The ability’s effectiveness scales dynamically based on the proximity of downed allies. If a target dies within range, Lifeline Protocol can momentarily overclock—removing all cooldowns for 3 seconds.
Note: System confirmation required before protocol reactivation. Overuse may trigger Seraphic Burnout, disabling passive healing for 60 seconds.
Weapons
Glock 19 Gen 5 MOS – Modified (Pre-System)
A sidearm favoured by elite Earthborn forces. This variant was personally modified by Logan Stojanovi? during his service in the 2nd Commando Regiment.
Reliable, compact, and lethal in the right hands. Enhanced for rapid target acquisition and close-quarters dominance.
No System modifications
F90-C Seraph Variant – “Judgement”
System-Enhanced Assault Rifle
Class-Sync: Seraphic Vanguard
Modified bullpup rifle once wielded by Dara Valkerys during her 2CO service. Reengineered by the System to channel radiant bursts through sustained fire, amplifying healing and defensive abilities mid-combat.
Optimised for frontline synergy. Increased radiant output with active ability cycling.
Items:
Harbinger’s Cloak of the Reaper (Rare): Woven from Soul Echo remnants, this hooded cloak shrouds Caelin in darkness, reducing System detection and blending him with the shadows. It amplifies stealth, allowing near-invisibility and silent movement, while instilling fear in nearby enemies. The cloak also regenerates health and energy over time. However, prolonged use strains the wearer, causing mental fatigue and physical sluggishness once the effect fades, making Caelin more vulnerable to detection for a short period.
