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125. Deepened breach

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The gym was still trembling when Adam, Lilith, and Kaleb burst out through the emergency doors, the night outside warped in angles that didn’t exist a minute ago. The air tasted metallic—like electricity and blood—and patches of the world lagged, flickering between frames, as if someone else was trying to overwrite reality in real time.

Students were still screaming behind them, but the sound came in and out, like a radio catching only half a signal.

Kaleb stumbled first.

He slapped a hand against the brick wall, panting. His glasses were cracked diagonally across the lens, giving him a fractured double reflection in the moonlight.

“What… is happening?” he gasped, voice trembling from something deeper than fear. “This—this isn’t just the breach spreading. Something else followed us.”

Adam nodded once, jaw clenched so tightly the muscle along the back of his cheeks trembled. He was still half-smothered by the psychic echo of the Entity’s attack—the burning impression of something colos

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134. The void between breathes
Nothingness.Not darkness—darkness still had shape.This was absence. A silence so complete it felt like pressure.Adam didn’t know if he was floating or falling.He didn’t know if he had a body.Time stretched thin, like a thread pulled near tearing.Then—A sound.Soft. Wet. Familiar.Breathing.Not his.The Entity.Adam’s awareness snapped back like a rubber band, and suddenly he felt his limbs again—heavy, frozen, as though trapped in tar. A faint glow flickered far below him, a pulse of pale white like a heartbeat.His heartbeat.The void wasn’t empty. It was a mouth.And he was halfway into the throat.Adam kicked upward—panic breaking through the numbness—but the void dragged back with equal force, a cold suction wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.A voice murmured through the dark:“You were made for this.”Malrick.Except this time his voice wasn’t using a host. It came from everywhere, vibrating inside Adam’s bones.“You cannot cling to what you were,” Malrick whi
133. The hunger above the sky
Adam did not remember collapsing. He only remembered the rip—like something had torn through his mind and body at the same time—and then everything went silent.When he opened his eyes, the world was wrong.He was lying on something soft and warm, but it wasn’t soil or floor or stone. It gave under his weight with a slow, pulsing rhythm, like the surface of a sleeping creature. Thin veins glowed faintly beneath the flesh-like surface, moving in patterns he didn’t understand.Adam pushed himself upright with a sharp breath.Above him, there was no sky.Not darkness—darkness was normal.This was a void of shifting, thick shadow, oil-slick and alive, swirling like smoke made of memory and hunger.He stood too fast and stumbled. Every movement made the “ground” ripple outward like disturbed water.“This isn’t the fracture,” he whispered.It wasn’t the church.It wasn’t the psychic plane.It wasn’t any dimension he had ever felt before.This place was older than language.A soft step echoe
132. The void that remembers him
Darkness wasn’t the right word.Darkness was absence.This… this was presence.Adam’s eyes snapped open—or he thought they did. There was no sense of a body, no arms, no legs, no breath. Only floating consciousness suspended in a place that pulsed like a sleeping giant’s heartbeat.WHUM.A tremor rippled through the black expanse.WHUM.The void vibrated again… answering him.Then came the whisper.Not sound.Not voice.More like a memory pushed under his skin.“At last.”Adam tried to speak, but the realm swallowed the attempt. Words dissolved. Thoughts thinned. He felt the Vessel inside him—quiet for weeks—begin to stretch like a beast uncurling after centuries.A shape emerged.Not walking.Not floating.Forming.A towering silhouette, tall enough that Adam felt like an ant before a mountain. Twisted limbs like smoke and bone. Dozens of eyes blinking open along its body, each one staring directly into him.The Entity.The real one.Not the fragment inside him.Not the psychic echo
131. Bleeding city
The ash from the corrupted woman hadn’t even settled before the world shifted again.A wind blew through the empty street—cold, metallic, sour. It carried with it the faintest echo of laughter… wrong laughter, layered and distorted, as if someone had stretched human amusement into something predatory.Lilith’s arms wrapped around herself. “The air feels thin.”Kaleb shook his head. “Not thin. Contaminated.”Adam didn’t answer. He stood rooted to the spot where the woman had crumbled, jaw clenched, eyes darkened with something between dread and fury. Malrick floated beside him—half-formed, the faint shape of ribs and shoulders glimmering under his smoky outline.The Entity had touched the world.There was no pulling back now.---Across the city, things escalated quickly.Phones glitched. Screens flickered with static and symbols that didn’t belong to any alphabet.In apartments, people jolted awake from nightmares with bleeding noses. Some stood motionless in their bedrooms, staring i
130. The rot that walks
The first sign that something was wrong came at dawn.The city was too quiet.Lilith noticed it before anyone else. She stood at the cracked edge of the liminal layer, watching the veil thin with unnatural sharpness. She could see faint, flickering silhouettes of the real world—buildings, streets, the soft morning glow—but something was off. The sunlight didn’t look like sunlight. It was pale, diluted, as if filtered through something sickly.And then she heard it.A low hum, like insects buzzing inside walls.Kaleb stepped beside her, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “Is it shifting again?”“Not just shifting,” Lilith whispered. “Something is leaking.”She turned.Adam stood behind them, still pale from the aftermath of being dragged from the Entity’s domain. Malrick hovered close, more solid than ever, as if the ordeal had empowered him too. Shadows trailed behind him like dark, sentient smoke.Adam frowned at the strange dimness. His voice was rough but steady. “No… it’s not leaking.”
129. The Vessel awakens
Adam opened his eyes, but it was not the world he remembered. The sky above was a swirl of black and red, fractured like broken glass, and the ground beneath him rippled as if it were alive, breathing. Shadows moved independently of the faint light, twisting around shapes that were half-recognizable: distorted buildings, warped trees, and echoes of the church he had once walked past. He wasn’t just awake—he was trapped inside the Entity’s domain, a place older than time, older than memory, where reality was flexible and pain was a tangible force.Malrick’s voice erupted in his mind, sharper than ever. “Welcome to its heart, boy. Every thought, every hesitation is a lever for it to pull. Do not yield.”Adam’s chest heaved. Fear, rage, and an unnatural clarity coiled together inside him. He felt the Vessel inside stir, responding to the presence around him, growing stronger. The Entity’s essence pulsed through the air, probing, whispering, daring him to break. Every movement was heavy;

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