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As the Anchor twists into a temporal maze, Flick and Jori are hunted by a creature once thought myth: a Temporal Wraith. Flick manages to seal it—temporarily—but the memories it tried to suppress come flooding back. A ritual fragment reveals a dark truth: the gods didn’t act alone to create Focus. And when a haunting echo of Jori appears with a warning—“You’re not here to find truth. You’re here to lose it.”—the two realize they’ve passed the point of return.

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Deep within Anchor 17, Flick and Jori uncover a voicestone unlike any other—unmarked, undated, and disturbingly recent. When they activate it, they hear the voice of a forgotten child pleading not to be erased. As the Anchor shifts around them, they receive a haunting message from Inneya herself—a vanished god who claims the truth was buried to end the war. But when the corridor reveals flickering visions of their possible deaths, and whispers of long-extinct Time Wraiths resurface, the path ahead grows darker. Some truths, it seems, remember being silenced—and fight to be known.

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Deep within Time Anchor 17, time bends, echoes shimmer, and memories long buried claw their way to the surface. Flick and Jori stumble upon a cracked voicestone—distorted, flickering, and dangerously unstable. But what it reveals changes everything.

They witness a hidden moment between the Time Lord Qualis and his twin, Quill—the first Crystal Monarch—arguing over an impossible choice: the complete erasure of a life from the timeline. A child erased not by accident, but by divine design. This isn’t a lost memory… it’s a buried crime.

As the Anchor twists and reforms, Flick begins to suspect they aren’t alone. Hallways change. Chambers heal. A timestone materializes where only scorched stone had been. And then—etched not by hands, but by the Anchor itself—a mural emerges: a faceless child reaching toward a shadowed figure who looks eerily like Flick.

What truth was so dangerous it had to be scrubbed from time? And who—or what—is now fighting to make it remembered?

Some memories are fragile.

Some are fractured.

And some… refuse to stay buried.