The Rift Expedition Feed

Twilight fell across the campus like slow-moving glass.
Students filled the Central Arena, its ceiling transforming into a vast holographic dome.
Light cascaded down, painting the marble floor in shifting hues of blue and gold.

Instructor Erhad’s voice carried over the hum of the projectors.

“Today, you will witness what your path leads toward — the work of those who defend Gaelion beyond its skies.”

Gaelion Archive Entry 03

Operation Harmonic Collapse — The Fall of Orrhos
Filed under: Rift Expeditionary Archives
Status: Declassified Summary | Level 3 Access

Mission Overview

Operation Name: Harmonic Collapse
Location: Upper Rift Belt, Theta-4 Corridor (Northern Hemisphere)
Objective: Stabilize Rift turbulence and neutralize Leviathan-class threat
Commander: Guardian Commander Vyran Harith – SS-Rank Low Tier Hero
Unit Designation: Gamma-17 “The Harmonic Spear”
Fleet Support: GNS Astralis-7
Date of Engagement: Cycle 2281 / 04:00 Local Gaelion Time

Encounter Summary

At approximately 04:00 hours, the Rift Belt destabilized beyond 320 Hz, creating a resonance implosion zone above Gaelion’s magnetic equator.
Within five minutes, atmospheric readings detected an energy organism emerging from the rift core.

The target, designated “Orrhos the Resonant Devourer,” manifested as a translucent, serpentine leviathan spanning 3.4 kilometers in length.
Lightning coiled along its body, refracting into crystal fractals.
Its roar warped frequency space and fractured three minor moonside satellites.

Species Classification: Rift Leviathan (Adult Form)
Codename: Orrhos
Threat Rank: S-Rank High Tier — Planetary hazard
Nature: Energy-born apex entity feeding on unstable resonance fields

S-Rank Beast – Sovereign-Class Threat

The Intercontinental Defense League mobilized the Gaelion Coalition Forces under directive of the Global Security Assembly, issuing an emergency global alert and initiating the Omega Protocol.

Classified as a Sovereign-Class Resonant Entity, an S-Rank beast possesses power capable of reshaping continents and disrupting planetary resonance fields. Its emergence triggers full planetary defense coordination, including activation of satellite resonance grids and Guardian-frame deployment.

A deep vibration rolled through the arena.
The dome darkened — then flared alive with a panoramic projection:
a fleet of ships gliding into the Rift Belt, a storming boundary where light twisted like molten silk.

Guardian Commander Vyran’s voice echoed through the feed — calm, resolute.

“This is the outer field — the Rift Zone. Resonance turbulence reaches over 300 Hz here. Gravity and time distort every thirty seconds. We’re entering the breach.”

The crowd held its breath. Virdan Continent SS-Rank Hero!

The projection zoomed in: soldiers in resonance suits, their auras glowing like constellations. Each movement pulsed with measured synchronization.
Behind them, the sky fractured — revealing an enormous creature of glass and light, moving through clouds of thunder.

Jenny’s hand rose to her mouth.

“That’s… alive?”

Natasya’s quiet voice answered.

“A Rift Leviathan — one of the energy-born species. They feed on unstable resonance fields.”

Lightning split the screen; the soldiers formed barrier rings. Their pulses synchronized — a living wall of harmonic sound.

“Hold the rhythm!” Vyran shouted.
“Shield delta at forty!”

Then — static.
Two units vanished in a swirl of light.
The feed cracked, breaking into pixelated fragments.

The room went silent.

When the image steadied, the camera showed Guardian Commander Vyran again, his visor cracked, his voice steady despite the tremor behind it.

“Knowledge means nothing until you’ve fought for it,” he said. “And fear means nothing once you’ve seen what’s beyond it.”
“You’ll learn these truths soon enough. Until then, remember — power is borrowed, not owned.”

For several seconds, no one spoke.

Then voices broke the silence.

“They fight out there?”
“How can anyone survive that?”

Jenny whispered, awe in her tone.

“That’s where the heroes go.”

Aru clenched his fists.

“That’s where I belong.”

The battle on the sky!

Top ten Rift-breach incident in Gaelion history!

The night above Gaelion burned brighter than dawn.

It was called the Battle on the Starry Sky — a duel so far above the clouds that no sound ever reached the ground. Only light.

Guardian Commander Vyran Harith rose through the upper stratosphere, his resonance forming a halo of auric flame. Across from him coiled the adult Rift Leviathan, its scales pulsing like veins of molten crystal. Every motion fractured the thin air into ribbons of plasma, each one glimmering against the stars.

The Bureau’s Omega-Lens tracked the engagement at a Temporal Reduction Factor, hours of slowed battle condensed from a single second of reality.

Lightning bloomed in silence. The two collided, and the sky itself shimmered like broken glass. For those on the surface, the stars seemed to fall that night — a rain of light that history would name The Glassfall

Final Strike — “Ecliptic Singularity”

The sky buckled.
Lightning poured sideways through the Rift, twisting space into a storm of color and silence. Guardian Commander Vyran Harith stood at the center of chaos, armor cracked, breathing shallow, his team scattered across the burning horizon.

“Silence is not peace,” he whispered. “It’s control.”

Around him, the last three survivors locked eyes and raised their palms. Streams of light — gold, blue, crimson — wove toward him like desperate prayers. Their resonance merged into his Gravity Core, the air bending as the frequencies aligned.

The world dimmed.
Light itself bent backward.
Clouds froze in motion, drawn toward a single point that pulsed between Vyran’s hands — a sphere of blacklight, small at first, then swelling like a collapsing star.

The comms went dead. Even sound surrendered.
For one impossible heartbeat, everything was still.

Then the universe screamed.

“VVVVVRRRRMMM—KRRRRAAAAAMMMM!”

The Ecliptic Singularity erupted, folding color into shadow and shadow into flame. Space shattered. The Rift Leviathan, vast and translucent, convulsed as its crystal body cracked from within. Shards of molten resonance spiraled outward — red, gold, and silver — before dissolving into cascading light.

Vyran’s vision blurred. Gravity distorted; his own pulse slowed to match the dying rhythm of the storm. The Leviathan’s roar became a sigh, fading into nothing as its form dissolved into rain — millions of glowing fragments falling across the sky like burning snow.

When the last shard faded, only the echo of silence remained.

Vyran knelt on the fractured plain, his arm half-crystallized, eyes reflecting the storm’s afterglow. Behind him, the Rift stabilized — its torn edges knitting together in ribbons of pale gold.

Eighteen minutes later, the gravity waves finally eased.
The sky cleared. Twin moons rose through the drifting glassfall, bathing the battlefield in calm.

Vyran looked upward, voice faint through the static.

“We didn’t win. We just survived longer than it did.”

The feed cut to black.

Tom’s gaze stayed on the fading light. His reflection shimmered faintly in the hologram’s afterglow — unreadable, but heavy with thought.
Something in his eyes suggested familiarity, like a man who had once stood in that very chaos.

Erhad finally spoke.

“The Rift Explorers guard the edge of existence itself. They are not chosen — they are forged. What you saw tonight is not glory… it’s cost.”

The crowd bowed their heads.
For the first time, even Aru fell silent.

Twilight Reflections

Night deepened. Twin moons rose above the spires, their light washing the academy in soft silver.
The energy conduits along the walkways glowed faintly — veins of light threading through stone.

In the girls’ dorm, Jenny sat by her desk, pen gliding across a holo-journal.

“Resonance isn’t about strength. It’s about balance. The Forge taught creation, the Mirror showed truth, and the Rift showed the price.”

She paused, eyes softening.

“And Tom… he keeps proving that control and silence aren’t the same.”

Across the campus, Kaito trained alone beneath a flickering lamp, sweat dripping down his neck.
Each breath hurt, but his aura pulsed stronger with every cycle — steady, deliberate.

Aru sat cross-legged in his private suite, surrounded by shimmering training orbs.
His aura blazed red-gold, but the fire flickered with impatience.
He thought of Tom — the calm, the silence, the ease of his victory.
Each thought stoked the heat.

“I’ll show him what true power looks like,” he muttered.

Outside, in the quiet terrace of his dorm, Tom leaned against the railing.
The twin moons reflected in his eyes, one golden, one pale blue.
The academy’s hum flowed faintly through the air — the same rhythm as his heartbeat.

Resonance reveals truth, he thought. And truth demands sacrifice.