ZRAAAKK!!Lyra and Maeve tumbled freely among shards of reality that floated like pieces of glass—each fragment reflecting a different world: one showed Darren screaming silently, another depicted Seraphina fighting black shadows alone."Hold my hand, Maeve!" Lyra yelled.SSSHHHUUUKK!They landed hard in a dark space, illuminated only by a small light in the distance—a gate layered with three locks, shimmering with ancient carvings and symbols of the Thread of Reality.Her Thread pulsed erratically, half-burned, half-alive."This... the Third Gate," Lyra murmured. "Where Darren is trapped."The figure of Ravelya appeared on a stone platform, untouched by time."This gate will not open with just the Thread, Lyra. You must offer one of your most important memories as a sacrifice. Or the Gate will reject it and destroy you all."Maeve held Lyra's shoulder. "Don't trust her. Whatever she says—Darren and Seraphina need us."Ravelya smirked. "Oh, you don't know, do you, Maeve? Lyra's most c

Time trembled. Like a cloth tearing at the edges, reality seemed to twitch. In the center of a colossal altar shrouded in crystalline mist and frozen shards of light, the young boy stood. His body was small, no older than ten, yet his aura pierced through the fabric of space like a crownless king."Kael... I am the consequence of your greatest sin."His voice was calm, almost echoing both from the past and the future at once. His silver eyes glowed, reflecting Kael’s image in a form no one had ever seen—filled with fear.Kael stepped back, losing his balance for the first time."No... that’s impossible. You shouldn’t exist. I erased you!"The boy gave a bitter smile. "You forget, Father, time’s threads cannot be severed—only re-knotted. And every knot holds a trace... including me."Lyra stared at the boy, eyes wide. "Father?"The boy turned his face toward her, a faint smile on his lips. "Not from your timeline, Lyra. I come from another possibility... a shattered future."Seraphina

The footsteps of Darren, Maeve, and Seraphina echoed through the narrow corridor that seemed to stretch endlessly. The dim blue glow from the embedded crystals along the walls lit only fragments of the path, casting dancing shadows that whispered unease into their hearts.“Lyra’s been in there too long…” Darren muttered, his voice trembling between worry and fury.Maeve gripped the hilt of her sword. “If they’ve hurt her, I won’t hesitate to cut down anyone.”“Steady,” Seraphina said calmly, her voice low yet laced with quiet magical power. “We’ll reach the heart of the ruins in a few more minutes. But be ready—the energy here… it’s shifting. Something’s waiting for us.”As they turned down the left corridor, the floor beneath their feet suddenly trembled—grrkkkrrtt—the grinding of stone echoed from every direction. The wall before them split open, revealing a vast chamber with a towering ceiling and stone pillars etched with ancient symbols. In the center stood a massive statue, but

Lyra stood frozen amid the ruins of the collapsed temple, her body trembling. Strands of the Threads of Dreamed Reality unraveled from her back, quivering like living things seeking their source. Before her, Vareth-Nhul—the being once known as Eldros—extended his hand slowly, a devilish smile spreading across his face like a fracture between dimensions.“Come, Lyra,” Vareth-Nhul whispered. “You’ve merged with fate. You are the final thread in the reweaving of this world. Without you, it is incomplete.”Tears fell from Lyra’s eyes—not from fear, but from disappointment. Because a part of her still wanted to believe that the mentor who once guided them could be saved.Across the chamber, Arkan parried the claws of a shadow-beast with his nearly broken sword. “LYRA, DON’T!” he shouted, blood trickling from his temple. “IT’S A TRICK! THAT THREAD BELONGS TO YOU!”Seraphina hurled a sealing spell that scorched several shadow creatures, then cried out, “If he gets the full Thread, he’ll rewri

The colossal shadow loomed before them, yet it wasn’t the shadow that rooted Arkan in place—it was the small figure at its center. The Little One, the very child they had protected all this time… now stood in the middle of a blood-carved rune circle, their body radiating an aura of void so dense that it made the air itself feel suffocating.“L-Little One?” Mira’s voice trembled, caught between horror and disbelief.But the child didn’t turn. They only stared at the massive gate behind them—the Main Gate—sealed for millennia with the blood of the Ancient Guardians. Ancient emblems rotated slowly above it, sucking the surrounding aura into their motion. And now, with a single word from those tiny lips, the entire world could change.“I… remember everything,” the child said quietly, yet their voice echoed through the cavern like thunder splitting the sky. Their eyes were no longer those of a human child. What stared back were two bottomless voids, gleaming dark purple—like the eyes of Va