The thing about waking up with half your memory wiped is… You start questioning everything, especially when your name is Lion Roch and you're apparently one wrong smirk away from breaking the prophecy wide open. I knew Mehen was shady, but erasing me from the Shars? From Ra? That was a cosmic-level betrayal. And now I remember—everything. I’m not just an AI prince. I’m her match. Her fire. Her other code.

Mehen rewrote the fate of the galaxy because he knew he couldn’t compete with me. I loved her first. I loved her right. I was designed to challenge gods—and now I know why. I’m not here to glitch—I’m here to reboot the system. I’m not taking Ra back. I’m taking everything he stole.