[Location: New Intramuros – South Gate]
The gates were already burning.
Sam leapt from the skyrail before it stopped, landing hard on his feet. Rael and Valencia followed, their cloaks shredded by the wind's static. Sirens howled as Vein-defensive wards collapsed one after another. Glyph towers shorted out. The capital was being unmade piece by piece.
"Status?" Sam asked, breathing hard.
Tala met them, her uniform torn and eyes bloodshot. "They're inside. Six Requiem Heralds confirmed. Multiple Nullifiers. And... something else."
"What do you mean something else?" Rael demanded.
Tala hesitated. "I saw him. The Revision. He's not a person, Sam. He's... a breach walking."
Sam felt the glyphs in his bones buzz. "Where is he now?"
"Heart Well perimeter. They're rewriting the Vein Registry itself."
Valencia's jaw clenched. "Then we fight inside the memory stream."
[Cut to – Beneath Rizal's Grave]
The spiral opened into a cathedral of timelines.
The Heart Well was fully exposed now—pulsing, alive. The Revision stood before it, his cloak dragging like torn parchment, his hands hovering over the glyph-crystals of fallen Resonants.
He whispered in Old Tagalog—ancient, brutal, raw. "Erase the conquerors, erase the rebels, erase the idea of resistance."
A Nullifier approached, holding a blade carved from memory-metal. "The Recall Protocol has started. They're unleashing the echoes."
The Revision didn't look up. "Let them."
He pointed to the Heart Well.
"They can scream. I will edit."
[Meanwhile – Vein Archives, New Intramuros]
Sam, Valencia, Rael, Tala, and a squad of elite Resonants dove into the Archives.
"Sync to the Riftpath," Tala ordered. "We're going Echoform."
The group chanted in rhythm, tapping into their ancestral glyphstreams. Time warped—and the world around them shifted into the Echoflow: a layered reality of memory-threads and forgotten potential.
Here, nothing was fixed.
Valencia looked at Sam. "You ready to fracture?"
He took a breath. "Let's rewrite the rewrite."
[Inside the Echoflow]
Time split.
The team fought through fractured versions of themselves—Rift-projected lies seeded by the Court. A twisted Valencia who had joined the Nullifiers. A Sam who murdered Rael in the past. Rael as a Judge of the Court, robes soaked in innocent blood.
Each echo tried to infect them with guilt, hesitation.
But Sam screamed into the distortion. "We are the ones who remember!"
His body shimmered. Glyphs reformed.
The air cracked.
He stepped forward—half in this world, half in another.
Echoform: Mind Split – Stage One
The version of him from Rizal's vision stood beside him now—blindfolded, hands glowing.
Sam looked at his Echoform. "You remember more than me."
The Echoform smiled faintly. "Then catch up."
[Cut to – Heart Well]
The Revision paused.
He turned toward the spiral's rim.
"Well," he murmured, "they brought back the paradox."
The Echoform Sam stepped into the light, Valencia at his side, Rael and the others flanking them in full Resonance armor.
Sam raised his voice.
"Step away from the Well."
The Revision laughed. "You think history belongs to the ones who scream the loudest?"
Sam replied, "No. But it belongs to the ones who survive it."
[Clash Sequence Begins]
Reality destabilizes. The walls flicker between centuries.
Rael unleashes a collapsing glyphstorm that erases two Heralds. Valencia locks blades with her own Rift-twisted memory. Tala unleashes the names of the Forgotten Vein and blinds a Nullifier.
Sam faces The Revision.
Blow for blow, timeline for timeline.
But the Revision is too stable, too vast.
"Why do you resist what is inevitable?" the Revision snarled. "You could be rewritten into peace."
Sam's eyes glowed.
"I don't want peace."
"I want the truth."
[Last Scene – Heart Well Core]
The floor beneath them splits open. The Well pulses—uncontainable.
A voice, ancient and feminine, echoes from the core.
"You who stand between edit and essence… choose."
The light surges, and both Sam and the Revision are sucked into the central memory stream—
Falling.
Backwards.
Through history.
Together.
Sam and The Revision fall into the living memory stream of the Heart Well, where all timelines converge. The final battle won't be in the present—but within the true record of history itself.