Kaien was born without a soulprint.
No glyph. No spiral. No divine mark.
Just skin. Just silence.
The weavers whispered. The Schema recoiled.
The gods did not speak his name.
But Kaien dreamed.
In sleep, symbols crawled across his chest - glyphs that pulsed with grief, memory, and something worse: feeling.
He told no one.
Not Serenya, whose glyph sang like sunlight.
Not the elders, who measured worth in glyphic purity.
Yet when Kaien touched the glyph pillars, they flickered.
When he cried, the air bent.
When he screamed, a glyph formed - alive, unstable, echoing.
The gods felt it.
Thalor, the Architect, descended.
"Emotion is chaos. You are Null."
Kaien raised his hand.
The glyph pulsed.
"Then I am chaos."
The chamber cracked.
The Schema fractured.
And in the silence, a forgotten god whispered:
"He remembers…"
Kaien was not soulless.
He was the soul they tried to erase.