If History Remembers Me, The Future Burns

The air smelled of fire and iron. Empires clashed, and in the middle of chaos stood one

man, Rudra Sen. If I fall today, promise me this, let my name fall

with me. A.A.R.E.V., why would anyone choose to be forgotten? Rudra smiles sadly.

Because if history remembers me, the future burns. Scene five, the truth.

M.E.R.A., one hour. Rudra stopped a war that would have wiped out millions

centuries later, but time demanded a price. A.A.R.E.V., his existence.

Watcher deep, echoing. Balance must be paid in silence.