2023-05-29 15:38:25The chuckles from the employees could still be heard. The silly things that happened to Orlando wasn't merely a coincidence.
Behind his folded hands, Andrew had flicked his finger. The power he derived from the necklace made him realize he could quickly silence Orlando's actions.
"Ugh!"
Orlando rose from his position and pointed at all the laughing employees. "Delete all the recordings you made, or you'll end up like Andrew!"
All the phones in the hands of the employees suddenly dropped, and their expressions turned panicked due to Orlando's threat.
"I will sue you!" Orlando pointed at Andrew with a trembling hand, overcome with anger.
"On what grounds do you want to sue me? Because you fell and kissed my foot?" Andrew said, "Just admit it, Nadine only wants your money; I'm sure she wouldn't even look at you if you were poor like me. "
Andrew's words ignited emotions within Nadine. She approached her ex-boyfriend and slapped him across the face.
"Watch your words, Andrew! I've been unhappy when I was with you for so long! You're disgusting!”
Orlando just smiled next to her, “I have money. What do you have? You’re just a worthless scmbug. Like a filthy pig wallowing in the muddy dirt”
Andrew didn't respond with words; he remained calm and slightly smiled while nodding.
Nadine narrowed her eyes at Andrew and embraced Orlando, with her bag covering the part of his pants. However, another absurd incident occurred when Orlando tripped over his foot in front of the elevator door.
As he fell, the elevator door was open, amplifying the embarrassment for anyone who witnessed it.
Laughter couldn't be contained, and all the employees in the room burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"SHUT UP! FUCK YOU ALL!"
Orlando angrily pushed the employees in front of him and entered the elevator. Andrew waved his hand just a moment before the elevator closed.
Nice shot.
**
The sound of car horns filled the air this afternoon. Andrew walked with sweat drenching his body. He held the box in his hands and sat on the bench under the tree.
"So, the power is real." Andrew stared at his hands and seemed satisfied, possessing a power his rational mind couldn't explain was a dream he had never imagined before.
Just as Andrew was thinking, he heard someone shouting for help. There was a commotion that was the source of the voice heard by Andrew.
Curiosity got the better of Andrew, and he approached one of the people there and asked, "What happened?"
"The man seems to be having a heart attack. He suddenly fell while clutching his front!"
Empowered by his abilities, Andrew moved instinctively and entered the crowd. An elderly man with a pale face lay weakly on the street. Calmly, Andrew requested that the people surrounding the man create some space so it would be manageable.
"Quick, call an ambulance!" shouted the people around.
However, Andrew gently touched the man's body, feeling the coldness in his hands, and noticed his lips turning blue. The veins in his neck were weak.
"Hey, what are you doing?! You won't be able to save him just by touching his neck like that! Step aside!"
One of the men standing near Andrew tried to approach and pull him away from the old man, but Andrew ignored him and brushed the man's hand away.
"Don't be reckless! This is not a game!" the man said.
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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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