2023-05-30 23:09:37William smirked, blowing smoke from his mouth and nose. He shook his head and said, "Not now. Although he is the heir to all the wealth, he needs more time to understand. Let him grasp how life works; I don't want to suddenly reveal everything and spoil him with fulfilled desires. My task now is to guide him to control that power. So, keep it secret."
The black-suited man bowed his head once again to William and said, "Yes, Sir. I understood."
"Okay, please go ahead. Wake them up at five o'clock, we will go to the city for dinner there. I will introduce Andrew to some amazing people who can assist him in his future work," William said.
The old man then clapped his hands, and at the same time, all the curtains closed. Right after the man in black left, William, with his eyes closed, said, "Close the door."
The door of the room that was previously unseen emerged from above and closed the room perfectly.
***
Andrew still stood upright in front of the bedroom door. His face widened into a broad grin when he discovered the room given to him by William was truly spacious and magnificent. The wide bed with a canopy and tall support poles made Andrew feel like he was trapped in a palace. The large wardrobe also caught Andrew's attention.
"Woah!"
Andrew exclaimed in awe as the wardrobe opened, revealing a collection of clothes from world-renowned brands neatly arranged. For the first time, Andrew felt so honored by the attention given to him by William.
"I might not even be able to afford this wardrobe, even if I knew about it. He's truly insane. I feel burdened to heal him quickly."
Andrew took a plain black sweater, its fabric so soft that Andrew couldn't help but rub it before putting it on.
"Oh my Goodness, I could go crazy if I'm trapped here for too long!" Andrew brought the sweater, now on his body, in front of the mirror in the corner of the room.
The charm given by the black sweater was truly satisfying. Andrew felt handsome and more elegant. He smiled widely and didn't blink for several seconds as he admired his reflection in the mirror. Eventually, Andrew's eyes unintentionally landed on a black book lying on a small table next to the mirror.
"What book is that?"
Andrew approached and took the thick book. On the cover page, there was a strange sentence written in golden ink, 'Din udødelige kraft.'
Of course, this intrigued Andrew. For some reason, his blood quickened. His curiosity peaked as he slowly opened the book and widened his eyes when he saw a picture of a necklace on the first page.
"What?!"
Andrew focused his eyes on the book. He wasn't mistaken; the necklace depicted there was exactly the same as the one his grandmother had given him.
"Black Sapphire XV... This necklace has a name? This is insane, what does all of this mean?"
Andrew continued to flip through the book, finding blank pages for the next five sheets. However, on the sixth page, instructions and clues about the necklace and its power started to appear.
"When it merges, then it will become your controller – Black Sapphire XV. The cure one."
"The cure?" Andrew immediately read through the instructions written quickly. Once again, he was surprised by the evidence that this part was something he could use for healing. It was what he had been searching for to cure William.
Suddenly, Andrew closed the book and sat on the edge of the bed, a sense of confusion enveloping his soul.
"William knows about the power I possess, and he has this book. Does it mean he understands the power I have? Did he intentionally summon me to learn about this power and heal him? Shit!"
Andrew felt quite irritated, then he decided to approach William again. However, when he reached the door, his steps came to a halt.
"But... if he really knows about this power, why didn't he come to meet me earlier? We only met yesterday. Could it be that this book has nothing to do with William?"
Andrew returned to his bed and reopened the page where the section about healing was written. His restlessness gradually diminished, considering the last question as another reason.
His eyes now focused on a passage that outlined the steps for healing a deadly disease.
- Take a strand of your hair, place it in a container, and add five drops of blood.
- Stir and add three drops of water.
- Press the edge of the jaw of the person to be healed and give them the mixture orally.
- Concentrate and exert your power on the sick person.
Andrew stared at his hands and slowly nodded. He then reopened the book page by page, with each instruction neatly written, including one instruction labeled "the Death One," which was intended to end someone's life.
Andrew's heart instantly pounded, and the surprise he received was something he never expected. The power that initially felt enjoyable had now turned into something horrifying. Andrew closed the book and swallowed hard.
"I have to keep this book, whether it was intentional or not by William, I can't just leave it behind. I need to refocus on my goal here; I just need to heal him and leave. Yup! I just need to do that."
He then stored the book under his pillow. As if nothing had happened, Andrew went back to the wardrobe and started trying on other luxurious clothes.
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They arrived like wind crawling across a graveyard—gentle at first, scattered and fragmented. Voices with no mouths, syllables without origin, footsteps with no feet. The Spiral, ever observant, turned inward, then outward, trying to contain the sudden weight of being remembered.Cian stood inside its pulsing heart. The runes beneath him no longer felt smooth or responsive. They crackled underfoot, fragments of languages leaking from other realities, some older than speech, some impossibly young. He could hear laughter and sobbing at the same time. Some of these echoes wanted peace.But others?They only wanted to be seen.Syra drew a perimeter with her blade, muttering low chants of grounding magic. It wasn’t meant to protect—it was meant to remind her what was real.Ashiel whispered, “It’s not an invasion. It’s grief.”Yra knelt near the outer ring. Her eyes shimmered faintly. She was still new to embodiment. These cries reached into the cracks of her. She listened the way only some
Season 2-Chp 78
It began, as most irreversible things do, with silence.Not the passive quiet of dusk, not the hush of reverence. This silence was full, like breath held too long in a chamber about to shatter. The Spiral had grown calm—its runes no longer screamed, no longer recoiled. They pulsed, not with fear or anger now, but with something else entirely:Mercy.After Cian’s refusal to erase Jerome, after Yra’s naming of regret as truth, the Spiral had changed. Not dramatically. Not loudly. But deeply. It had accepted that contradiction could live beside harmony—that shame could sit beside courage—that guilt could be recorded without destroying the page it touched.The Spiral’s pulse slowed. Its glow warmed.But far beyond the Spiral’s perimeter—past what could be seen, even past what could be remembered—a ripple carried outward.It passed through the trees.Through the cracked skies.Through the forgotten paths of collapsed spirals.It moved like smoke through holes in time.It whispered one word
Season 2-Chp 77
The Spiral did not scream again.But it did not settle either.The world beneath them had stopped pretending to be stable. Runes rippled like water disturbed by unseen stones. Every step across the Spiral’s radius was like walking across someone’s heartbeat. It was a place of memory, of intention—but now, it struggled with something it had never processed before:Betrayal accepted.Cian had refused to erase Jerome.He had held the quill in his hand, the Spiral pulsing with righteous fury, and instead of cleansing the wound, he let it exist—chose to let the chain remain fractured, imperfect.And now?The Spiral didn’t know how to hold that kind of truth.Jerome stood just outside the Spiral’s center. Not speaking. Not moving. The runes wouldn’t come near him, and even the soil beneath his boots seemed to hesitate, as if uncertain of his weight.Cian had spared him, but the Spiral had not forgiven him.Yra watched this unfold in silence. She stood near the outer rim, her small hands clo
Season 2-Chp 76
The Spiral had gone quiet. Not inert—never that again—but contemplative, as though the force now pulsing beneath it had learned not just how to shape reality but how to listen. The air above its runes shimmered faintly, like a page being read by unseen eyes. Every movement made near it, every breath taken, felt heavier—not because the Spiral was judging, but because it was remembering.Yra stood beside it, her small frame haloed in the last traces of the amber light that had wrapped around her when she declared her name. The glow still clung faintly to her fingertips, warm and steady. She had not spoken again since that moment, and no one asked her to. A voice born in defiance didn’t need to rush. It had already proven it deserved to be heard.Cian watched her in silence. He could feel the Spiral under his boots—not shifting, not moving, but paying attention. The sensation crawled up through his calves and into his spine, like a presence was coiled just beneath his skin, not malevolen
Season 2-Chp 75
hem, placing her blade flat across her knees. “Do you want to stay here?”The girl hesitated. “The Order says I belong to them.”“But what do you say?” Ashiel asked.“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I’ve only just heard myself for the first time.”And in that fragile moment, something deep beneath the Spiral shifted.Not violently.Just… honestly.A single glyph cracked at the Spiral’s outer rim and rose, hovering, glowing.Jerome reached for it—but it floated to the girl instead.It settled over her chest and pressed gently against her skin.A sound echoed.Not words.Laughter.Soft, young. A child’s giggle—untouched by doctrine.The girl gasped. “That was me.”Ashiel whispered, “It’s your memory.”“No,” the alternate Ashiel said. “It’s fabricated. Manufactured by Cian’s error.”“Then explain,” Calith cut in, “why it feels so real.”The alternate Ashiel faltered. “Because emotion is easy to simulate.”“Yet impossible to fake,” Margareth replied sharply.The Spiral brightened again, not
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Not with fire, not with wrath, but with something older than both—conviction. Runes flowed across the ground like molten will. Memory and unwritten dreams surged in tandem, as if the world itself had decided, finally, to fight for its place.Cian stood at the Spiral’s heart. The quill in his hand trembled—not from fear, but from the weight of everything he and the others had anchored there. His pulse synced with the Spiral. Each heartbeat etched another declaration of existence into the stone.The emissaries from the dead Spiral stood at the edge. They had arrived as arbiters. They had demanded compliance. But now?Now they stood before something they could not quantify: defiance without destruction.The alternate Ashiel stepped forward. “You cannot maintain narrative resonance. This world is unstable.”The Spiral answered by flaring brighter.Real Ashiel stepped beside Cian. “Funny. You say unstable, but this place feels more alive than yours ever did.”The faceless one’s glyphs glit
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