The transition to Omega-Zeta was not a jump; it was a Reversion. As the Sovereign-Cutter pierced the final Mirror-Gate, the violet-and-gold Static-Armor on Kaelen's body didn't just flicker—it began to "Undo" itself. The high-density Narrative-Circuits that had defined him for eighty chapters were being stripped away by a reality that simply did not have the "Software" to support them.
[LOCATION: OMEGA-ZETA — THE ORIGINAL SAVE-FILE]
[STATUS: TEMPORAL-ANOMALY DETECTED]
[NARRATIVE DENSITY: 100% (BASE-LEVEL HUMANITY)]
[SYSTEM ALERT: ASSET-INCOMPATIBILITY — YOU ARE DE-RENDERING]
Kaelen fell to the deck of the ship, gasping as his lungs—once accustomed to the "Symbiotic-Air" of the New Earth—struggled to process the thin, polluted, 21st-century oxygen of the Reflection-World. His skin, once charcoal and violet, was turning back into the pale, scarred flesh of the District 9 scavenger.
"Kyra... the ship..." Kaelen wheezed, his vision blurring.
