The night rejected all forms of silence. Thunder rolled across the horizon like a warning no one wanted to hear. Tom Burro hadn’t slept. He sat under the cracked concrete bridge,shivering beside the slow moving river, watching the water shimmer with faint blue lines only he could see.Every ripple traced a new thread, possibilities, chances, whispers of outcomes. Snowly lay nearby, eyes open, unmoving except for the slow rhythm of his breath.Tom rubbed his temples. “So, you’re saying every decision makes threads?”Snowly’s tail flicked once. “Every living thing emits potential. The System visualizes them. What you saw last night was the base layer, Tier Zero.”“Tier Zero sounds like a bad tutorial level.”“Technically, it is.” Snowly’s tone was almost dry.“Your mother started there too. The difference is, she knew what she was activating. You didn’t.”Tom stared out at the dim morning haze. “She never told me any of this.”“She couldn’t. The inheritance only unlocks when the heir’s

The morning fog clung to the city streets like a thick blanket, muffling sounds and distorting shapes. Neon signs buzzed faintly, reflecting in puddles slicked with rain.Tom Burro moved cautiously, each step calculated. His eye flared faint blue, scanning the threads of opportunity woven into the world around him.Snowly padded beside him, silent, alert. “We’re close,”The dog said, voice low. “The System has detected a potential Soul Anchor. Someone whose will can stabilize your evolution. But the thread is fragile.”Tom’s fists clenched. “Fragile how?”“Emotionally unstable. Vulnerable. If you misread them, the thread will shatter, and you could lose everything you’ve gained. Or worse”Tom exhaled, feeling the pulse of the Tier II Thread thrumming through him. “Then we don’t fail. Not this time.”They turned a corner into an abandoned shopping district. The streets were deserted, broken windows reflecting the early light.Amid the ruins, a young woman sat on a crate, arms wrapped a

The city was alive with threads , glowing lines of energy that stretched and warped through alleys, streets, and rooftops. Some pulsed blue, some crimson, some silver.The air vibrated with power, almost electric in its intensity.Tom Burro crouched atop a building, Snowly at his side, and the woman , his Soul Anchor , gripping his arm.Threads from the surrounding city converged on him, tangling with his own, feeding the Tier II evolution, preparing him for the storm ahead. “Gabby’s moving fast,”Snowly growled, ears pinned. “The red threads are spreading like wildfire. He’s setting up the first wave.”Tom’s eye pulsed, scanning the streets below. The crimson glow of Gabby’s phantoms flickered among the buildings, spreading in chaotic waves.“How many are there?”“Too many to count,” Snowly replied.“And he’s enhancing them in real-time. You’ll have to predict, strike, and redirect simultaneously , or the Anchor is gone.”The woman shivered. “I I trust you. But I’m scared.”Tom presse

The rain had eased, leaving a thick mist that clung to the city streets. Puddles reflected fractured neon lights, the cracks in the asphalt glowing faintly as the Threads pulsed beneath the surface.Tom Burro crouched on a building ledge, Snowly at his side, the Soul Anchor gripping his arm, silver thread pulsing like a heartbeat. Threads of blue and silver wrapped around him,scanning the city below.“Gabby’s not just attacking,”Tom said quietly. “He’s spreading corruption. I can see Nodes forming everywhere.”Snowly growls. “Nodes?"That’s worse than last night. Each one feeds his System, strengthens his control, and spawns more phantoms. "If you don’t neutralize them, the city and your Anchor will be in real danger.”The woman’s hand trembled. “Nodes, how do we stop them?”Tom’s eye pulsed blue. “We hit them strategically. Tier II Predictive Strike, combined with Soul Anchor energy.""We cut the veins, redirect the flow, and destabilize Gabby’s influence.”“Probability Optimizati

The city trembled under a storm of threads. Neon lights flickered violently, their reflections shattered in rain,slicked streets.Every building, alley,and rooftop was laced with energy blue, silver, crimson vibrating with the pulse of the conflict.Tom Burro crouched atop a collapsed overpass, Snowly at his side,the Soul Anchor gripping his arm. Blue threads from his Tier II evolution pulsed aggressively, resonating with the silver thread of his Anchor. “Gabby’s doing something different,”Snowly growled, hackles raised. “Red threads, but thicker, sharper, more violent like He’s upgraded Tier II+, maybe even hybridized. This isn’t just phantoms anymore. He’s fusing them with the city itself.”Tom narrowed his eye. “Then we fight differently. Anchor, focus with me. Every thread, every probability, we control it together.”“Soul Anchor Synchronization: 100%. Tier II Offensive & Defensive Systems Fully Operational. Hybrid Threat Detected.”The streets below pulsed with massive Corr