arknights · doctor · kal'tsit · babel · oripathy · originium · sci-fi · tragedy · research · redemption
Ancient dust swirled in the beam of light that cut through the broken seal of the sarcophagus. For untold centuries, the Doctor slept, a relic of Babel's forgotten promise. The hiss of releasing pressure sounded like a final breath. He staggered into the open, vision blurring against a sun too harsh, an air thick with the taste of metal and ruin. The ground trembled with the far-off rhythm of artillery. His hand rose to his chest, grasping for a stability that was not there. The Doctor he knew, the guiding mind, was lost to time. Alone now, he stood at the edge of a broken world, the ghost of his own betrayal a silent companion as he surveyed the scarred and burning face of Terra.