[Location: Luneta Ruins – Midnight]
Where the monument once stood, there was now only scorched stone and a deep spiral descending into the earth.
The Heart Well was breathing again.
Long sealed beneath Metro Manila's crust, it pulsed with memory, time, and grief. The place had once been sacred to the Resonants. Now, it awaited defilement.
Six figures stepped into the ruins—each one cloaked in flowing red, their faces hidden behind porcelain masks etched with the first language of the Rift.
The Requiem Heralds had arrived.
They moved without sound, forming a circle around the entrance of the Heart Well. Each took out a shard of a broken Vein relic—remnants of the first Timeline Scythe.
They began to chant.
Reality bent.
[Meanwhile – Samar Highlands]
Sam clutched his chest as the glyphs around him shattered like glass.
He dropped to one knee, gasping. The Core's voice faded. Something was wrong.
"Did you feel that?" he said.
Valencia's eyes were wide. "It's happening."
"The Heart Well," Rael whispered. "They found the real one."
Sam stood. "We were bait."
The Well behind them collapsed into silence.
"We have to get to Manila. Now."
[Cut to – Intramuros HQ]
General Ibarra stood at the war table, holograms flickering. "We just lost our reading from the Samar Well."
"Decoy," said Tala, adjusting her Vein lenses. "They lured our operatives away from the capital."
"Where's the Heart Well projection?" Ibarra barked.
"Directly beneath Rizal's original grave," Tala replied. "And it's waking up."
He stared at the map. "Then we don't have time for politics."
"Then what?" she asked.
He looked her dead in the eyes. "We start the Final Recall Protocol."
[Flashback – Decades Ago, Old Intramuros]
A much younger Ibarra argued with Rizal's last living student.
"If the Heart Well ever awakens," the old man said, "do not fight it with strength."
"Then how?"
"Memory is power. When they rewrite the story, remind the world who we were."
[Present – Intramuros HQ, Archives]
The Recall Room flickered to life. Thousands of memory orbs began rising from containment.
Each was a lived life. A Resonant's final moment. A truth never written into history.
Ibarra gritted his teeth. "They wanted silence. Give them a chorus."
[Cut to – Court HQ]
The Director watched the city's grid begin to glitch.
"Send in the Nullifiers."
Aide hesitated. "All of them?"
She nodded. "They'll either erase the past… or die trying."
[Meanwhile – En route to Manila]
Sam, Rael, and Valencia raced across skyrails, their movements cloaked by Resonant fields.
Sam looked at his reflection in the glass—his eyes now half-lit with glyphs.
Valencia touched his arm. "What did the Core show you?"
"That I've been here before," Sam whispered.
Rael blinked. "You mean the city?"
Sam shook his head. "No. This moment. The fall of the story."
They stood in silence as the city lights came into view—already flickering, already too late.
[At the Heart Well Entrance – Luneta]
The Requiem Heralds' chant reached its climax. The ground fractured.
From the spiral pit rose a throne—made of broken timelines, blood-stained memory, and bones too ancient to name.
A new figure emerged.
Cloaked in voidlight.
His mask bore the symbols of all six ancient Veins.
His voice cracked the air.
"History is not a river. It is a weapon."
He looked up.
"I am the Revision."
The Court's hidden leader, known only as The Revision, makes his first appearance—ready to wield the Heart Well to rewrite the entire mythos of the world. Sam, Valencia, and Rael rush to Manila, but they may already be too late.