What if time could break you?
What if the only way to fix it…
was to climb the thing that shattered it?

After the Chronofall, time fractured across the world. Days loop endlessly. Years vanish overnight. People are born in the wrong century. And from the center of it all, the Tower Beyond Skyglass rose — a spiraling, time-warped trial that promises one thing:

Climb it, and rewrite the fate of all worlds.

Kael was raised to conquer it.

Torn from his past and forged in a demonic cult that worships the Tower like a god, Kael was broken, rebuilt, and stripped of everything — fear, love, even memory. He is a Seedling, a living weapon created to survive the Tower’s impossible floors. And he’s already conquered the First.

But the Tower is not what it seems.
Each floor warps reality — and Kael’s grip on who he is.
Reflections fight back. Futures bleed into the present.
And the dead aren’t always dead.

Worse still, Kael may not be alone.
Other climbers rise — rivals, traitors, echoes of forgotten selves — each with their own twisted reason to reach the top.

In a world where time lies, the only truth is power.
And Kael will carve his path through gods, monsters, and memories to take it.

Even if it means becoming the very thing he was made to destroy.

As Kael rose from the First Floor, the staircase formed under his feet, stone spiraling upward out of nothing — threads of time stitching each step behind him. If he looked down, there was only blackness. If he looked up, the next floor was already watching him.


He passed through a veil of glass, and the Second Floor began.


No walls. No ceiling. No ground. Just Kael — and his infinite selves — walking on mirrored nothingness. Each version flickered, broken in some way:


One held Liora's severed head in his hands.


His breath misted the air, though there was no wind. Just pressure. Like thought pressing in from every direction.


"Welcome," a voice whispered, identical to his own. "This is the floor where climbers forget who they are. You must kill your reflection to proceed. But tell me—"


He had trained for this in the Loop Vaults — Spiral dungeons designed to fracture your mind across multiple timelines.


His blade flashed, striking the version of himself that blinked with hesitation.


That one collapsed, screaming, unraveling into strands of memory — Kael's own regrets dissolving in light.


More reflections stepped forward. Ten. Twenty. A hundred.


A memory slipped through — unbidden, unwelcome.


Lira. A tower of her own. A scream. The flash of a Spiral blade.


Emotion is a chain. He did not weep. He carved through the illusions, one by one, bloodless and cold.


It was Kael — before the Cult. A boy. Dirt-streaked face. Wearing a cracked time pendant Liora once gave him.


"You don't have to keep climbing," the boy said. "We can go back. There's still time."


The mirrors shattered. The void roared. Reality twisted inward, pulling Kael into a spiral of false memories. Suddenly he was back in the Spiral dorms, back in the Loop Vaults, back with blood on his hands, and—


But no. Just another illusion. Tower-forged. Made from the parts of him that still remembered.


"Trial complete.Second Floor Conquered.Sigil Unlocked: Reflected Will."


Allows Kael to resist mental intrusion, illusion, or forced memory loops.


Can project a false version of himself for 3 seconds to bait enemies or confuse fate.


Manifested only by climbers who face their own identity — and survive.


Kael breathed slowly. The sigil burned itself into his chest — right beneath his collarbone, shaped like a broken mirror.


He did not look into the reflections as he ascended.


Chapter 2 - Hollow Mirror