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Caedmon vale
Skyrail incident
Their wedding was to take place beneath the Dome of Glass, a relic of solar ambition resurrected for one fleeting ceremony. But fate, ever capricious, intervened. A week before the promised union, Premier Alvren Spittlebottom decreed a parade, a boisterous celebration of industry along a Skyrail line infamous among engineers for its peril. The rail collapsed in a cacophony of twisting metal and shattered glass. In that cruel moment, Lyssa was lost beneath the wreckage, and with her, the fragment of Caedmon’s soul that had still clung to mercy.
revenge climb
From the smoldering remains of that tragedy, a cold resolve was forged. Caedmon did not weep; he acted. Every signature of the catastrophe was meticulously tracked, every permit, every delayed inspection, every name that should have halted the disaster was unearthed. Then, one by one, those names began to vanish. Not with grandiose fanfare, but with quiet, surgical efficiency: some swallowed by scandal, others reduced to disgrace, a few simply erased from memory. When Premier Spittlebottom himself fell to his death from the Skyrail during a routine inspection, declared by the public as a tragic accident, Caedmon’s inner judgment was unerring. That week, he abolished the title of Premier, and in its stead, Grant heralded its first Director.
Quiet Resolve
As the world reeled from the Relay’s overwhelming declaration, Caedmon knew that many tasks lay ahead, many mysteries awaited unraveling. With each flicker of hidden circuitry and every stream of encrypted data, the silent gears of destiny began to turn. All of this was unfolding on the quiet, underneath the cacophony of a world desperate to comprehend its own salvation or doom. And in that hushed, electric darkness, the true test of survival had only just begun. Many questions to answer, many tasks to be performed all on the quiet..