The ancient gateway loomed before Kairos and Aria, its enigmatic symbols a silent testament to the knowledge that lay beyond. With the Arcanum Codex in hand, Kairos whispered the incantation that would unlock the secrets of ages past.
But as the gateway creaked open, a cold hand of treachery struck. Aria, the companion he had trusted, the friend he had fought alongside, turned against him. Her eyes, once warm with camaraderie, now glinted with a dark purpose.
"It was you, Kairos," she said, her voice a venomous hiss. "You were the key all along—the final code needed to unlock this power. And now, your purpose is fulfilled."
Before he could react, a searing pain erupted in his chest. Aria's dagger, imbued with a curse, found its mark, and Kairos's vision blurred as he stumbled through the gateway. With his last breath in the world he knew, he heard Aria's laughter fading into the distance.
Then, darkness.
Kairos awoke to the sound of a different world—a world where the sky was a tapestry of unfamiliar constellations, and the air hummed with arcane energy. He was alone, the pain gone, but the memory of betrayal burned within him.
He rose, his resolve hardened like forged steel. This new world would not be a sanctuary; it would be his battleground. His quest was no longer one of knowledge but of vengeance. He would find Aria, and he would make her pay for her treachery.
But first, he had to survive. He had to learn the rules of this world, master its codes, and rise once more. Kairos, the Master of All Codes, And his enemies would learn to fear the name that had once meant nothing more than an outcast.