2023-05-29 15:38:02Andrew walked wearily as the elevator doors opened on the third floor. He let out a long sigh, resigned to the decision given by the director.
"Attention!"
Andrew, who was packing his office desk, turned toward the source of the voice and found Orlando and Nadine standing by the elevator doors.
"Everyone, just stop your work for a moment. Let's give some time to our friend Andrew who has been fired from this company because of stealing. "
Hearing the announcement, all the employees on the third floor buzzed with excitement. Andrew became the center of attention. All the scornful gazes were directed toward him.
The anger building up finally propelled Andrew to move closer to Orlando. His steps were quick, and while pointing at Orlando, Andrew shouted, "Shut up, you coward!"
Andrew glared at Orlando and Nadine alternately, his face red as he continued, "You're nothing more than the trash, Orlando. Your dirty plays won't intimidate me. I'll return to make you regret."
"Hahaha! Aren't you ashamed to say such things in front of everyone?" Orlando confidently laughed.
"That's absurd! There's no way Orlando would want to frame someone like Andrew!"
"Andrew has a real problem with the wrong person! What was he thinking?"
"He's a disgraceful loser!"
Whispers from the employees further heated the atmosphere that afternoon. Andrew looked around at them, and in that moment of distraction, Orlando took advantage and pushed him, causing him to fall.
"Ugh!"
"Let me remind you, Andrew! I play the card here. Don’t you ever dare to be rude to me."
Orlando pressed Andrew's hand with his expensive and heavy shoe. Andrew's face showed pain as he tried to lift the shoe.
Some employees began taking out their phones and recording the incident.
Orlando's other foot now pressed on Andrew's neck. Andrew's eyes widened as he opened his mouth, struggling to breathe. But Orlando did not immediately stop his cruelty. Instead, Orlando and Nadine laughed hysterically, seeing Andrew's face grow redder.
Andrew tried to breath, as labored as a fish out of the water, suddenly felt refreshing. His blurred vision seemed clear, and Andrew slowly pushed Orlando's foot off his neck and succeeded.
Andrew turned his body to the left and struck Orlando's foot, which was still stepping on him.
"ARGH!"
Orlando's smile turned into a scream. He immediately lifted his foot, and Andrew quickly got up.
" Orlando!" Nadine screamed, and both of them seemed busy rubbing the shoe that Andrew had hit. "What are you doing, Andrew!"
"I'm resisting the trash that imposed itself on me," Andrew calmly replied.
Orlando glared at Andrew fiercely, growled, and stood up. Andrew raised his head and folded his arms as if ready to challenge Orlando.
"Okay, Andrew. You want to play with me. I used to be the overall champion in judo and a young boxer. You could have chosen your opponent better. "
Andrew stepped back simultaneously with Orlando, who was preparing to throw a punch. Nevertheless, Andrew remained in the same position, showing no fear whatsoever.
Orlando clenched his fist, and everyone looked serious, anticipating the imminent fight.
"You're gonna die, Andrew! See you in heck!"
Orlando was ready to strike Andrew's face with his punch. However, suddenly he fell forward, causing his face to meet Andrew's shoe.
"ARGH!" Orlando's cry was heard. Moreover, to make matters worse, his pants tore lengthwise. Nadine quickly crouched down and covered it with her hand. All the employees were chuckling.
Meanwhile, Andrew smiled broadly and murmured, "Who's gonna die, Orlando? Better watch your words before you speak."
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Season 2-Chp 79
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
Season 2-Chp 74
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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