Someone crosses it out with a single, burning finger and writes: “Version 10.0 – No Rules.”

[A drip of water echoes. Then another. A third. A fourth, louder, like a slammed door.]

A dark library. A hand turns a page in a massive, iron-bound book. The page reads: “Diver Protocol – Script Version 9.4.”

Elemental Lock. We each stand on a pedestal. Channel your opposite.

[The screen is pitch black. A single ember flickers to life in Kael’s good hand. It illuminates his scarred face.]

[Kael kneels. He presses the heartstone into the ash-choked soil. Vines of light erupt—not just fire, but all four elements woven together: steam, ember, moss, and breeze.]

The hand belongs to Kael’s burned arm—which is now fully healed and wreathed in calm, white fire.

It’s not a guardian. It’s a battery . We’re not supposed to kill it. We’re supposed to overload it.