2023-05-29 15:38:53Andrew only furrowed his brow and gave a cynical look to the man. His right hand continued pressing the old man's jaw, while his other hand now rubbed the chest.
The seemingly absurd action then brought about a miracle. The old man's eyes suddenly opened, and he began breathing rapidly.
"Hey, he did it! He saved the old man!"
Applause filled the air, directed at Andrew. Everyone seemed amazed by the miracle that had occurred for the old man. Andrew extended his hand before the old man and said, "Come on, Sir, let me help you stand, and we can find shelter over there."
The old man smiled and nodded. His frail hand reached out to grasp Andrew's hand. Andrew supported his body towards the bench where he had previously placed his belongings.
"Ah, please have a seat. How do you feel now, Sir?"
The old man looked at Andrew with teary eyes and said, "Thank you for saving me. I believe that if you weren't here, I might have met my ancestors in heck."
"Don't mention it. I just happened to be around, and when I saw you lying weak, I did my best to save you."
"My body feels much better now, I haven't felt this refreshed in a long time. You're amazing, young man."
The sound of a car horn then echoed. A luxurious car was parked by the side of the road in front of Andrew and the old man sitting on the bench.
"Ah, my car has arrived. By the way, what's your name?" the old man asked.
"Andrew, Sir."
"Okay, Andrew. I want you to accept this gift." The old man pulled out a check from his jacket and handed it to Andrew.
The amount of $500,000 was written on the white piece of paper, astonishing Andrew beyond belief.
"Is he crazy? This is not a small amount of money!" Andrew murmured to himself.
"Take it. Perhaps this amount is not equivalent to what you have done to save my life. "
Andrew shook his head and said, "Thank you, Sir, but that’s not necessary."
"You're kind, Andrew. Are you really can’t to accept this?"
Andrew picked up the box containing his belongings and stood up. "No, Sir. Perhaps you can keep it or give it to someone else who needs it more than I do. "
The old man's eyes filled with tears as he watched Andrew walk away. A suited man stepped out of the car and approached the old man.
The old man's expression, which had been weak and pleading, suddenly changed completely after Andrew left.
His gaze turned sharp, and his body and face tightened. He smiled and said to his guard, "I want you to find out all information of that man. "
His guard nodded. Afterward, he got back into the car and drove off quickly, passing by Andrew who was still walking on the sidewalk.
**
"Ah, it has been such a long and exhausting day."
Andrew flopped onto his bed as soon as he arrived home. His mind was still preoccupied with the check given by the old man earlier.
"Damn, if only I had the courage to accept it, I might be out of town on vacation by now."
Andrew's phone vibrated, indicating a low battery. The wallpaper displayed a cozy picture of himself and Nadine.
"I never expected her to leave too. So many things happened today."
Andrew reached for his neck, although the necklace was no longer visible, he could still feel something encircling his neck.
"Let me find out what it is first."
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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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