The Shipwreck
Kaen stumbled into the shadow of the derelict vessel. A monolith of ancient, extraterrestrial design, its exterior glinted faintly with iridescent markings—glyphs that spoke of beings whose ambitions had reached too far. The entrance to its cargo hold was twisted open, beckoning him like a gaping maw.
He stepped inside, the metallic tang of stale air mixed with the earthy scent of the dunes clinging to his senses. A solitary glow-stick swung from a strap on his belt, casting greenish light onto the walls. The ship's interior was intact but strangely devoid of any identifiable purpose. No chairs, no consoles—just smooth, ribbed architecture sweeping into curves that described no function Kaen could recognize.
The Callahedron’s shell shifted in color—its faint blue hue grew darker, warmer. His pulse quickened. A surge of memories lanced through his mind: the temple collapsing around his team, the artifact's unbearable hum as they touched it, and the alien whispers that had wrapped themselves around his thoughts ever since.
"Shut it, Kaen," he growled to himself. His voice echoed hollowly in the alien structure. "You’re not going to lose your mind—" His hand stopped mid-air. Something moved in the reflective surfaces of a nearby wall. A shadow hunched with impossible proportions. He turned sharply, hand on the small energy dagger at his belt, but there was nothing. Only the shimmer of his own reflection.
Interruption of Memory
The momentary reprieve of silence shattered as the ship groaned, vibrations rippling through its core. Then, a new sound emerged—a hollow, echoing click like an organic mechanism coming to life. Kaen's heart leaped into his throat. He tightened his grip on the Callahedron's straps. Whatever this place had been, it had not been abandoned. Something was still here, teasing the edges of his sanity like a predator circling its prey.
“Get it together,” he breathed, pressing his boots into motion again. The cargo bay’s rear arch loomed ahead like an altar to oblivion. His only directive now was the bioscanner interface he’d jammed into his arm when they had landed—the homing signal led him to believe there was a quantum fold chamber deeper in the ship. That chamber may be the only chance to contain the Callahedron’s escalating activity or, failing that, bury it forever outside of time’s reach.
A sudden thought hit like a whip crack—what if his team’s deaths had been engineered not to ward him off but to ensure he wouldn’t turn back? Was he being coerced further into this labyrinth, driven by the artifact itself? The idea sickened him, but he pressed on regardless. Regret was a luxury men like him couldn’t afford.
The Gatekeeper
He reached the chamber to find a beast that defied earthly biology coiled between him and the terminal. The monster resembled no predator he’d ever encountered in the galaxy—a blend of sinewy, flickering tendrils and glowing serrated carapace, its translucent chest pulsating like an organic clockwork. It hissed, a sound that spoke not of fear, but of malevolent amusement.
Kaen didn't hesitate. He darted right, throwing the glow-stick ahead as a distraction while his free hand unsheathed the energy dagger. Blue plasma licked the blade, and he lunged. His movements were sharp, precise—training ingrained from decades of survival. The beast reacted with alien reflexes, striking in ways physics shouldn’t have permitted. Teeth met blade, sparks erupted. The confined space turned into a cacophony of movement and despair.
After a brutal exchange, Kaen managed to plunge the dagger into its translucent chest. The creature screeched, its form collapsing into a pool of violet luminescence that pocked the floor in streaks of glowing ichor. Chest heaving, he stumbled toward the terminal.
The Final Betrayal
Kaen activated the quantum fold chamber. The ship’s systems hummed to life, rings of light and energy encircling the Callahedron as it was magnetically drawn into containment. He keyed the manual override, watching as the chamber began the sequence that would hurl the artifact into the recesses of folded space.
But then, the Callahedron's pulsing ceased. Just before the chamber finalized, the whispers Kaen had been suppressing flourished anew, this time accompanied by a single, resounding phantom voice.
"Did you think this would end in victory, Kaen?" It was his voice, twisted and darker. The containment field shattered, the Callahedron twisting unnaturally until it unveiled its true form—something incomprehensible, eternal, malignant.
The ground shook, and Kaen felt gravity itself rebel as the ship fractured around him. His body disintegrated before his mind caught up, a mere fraction of realization washing over him before he was no longer himself.
And yet, far across the galaxies, a new set of obsidian dunes began to stir as a crimson-sashed figure emerged from ruins eerily similar to those Kaen had first discovered. His journey, his fall, his purpose… they began anew.
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