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Chapter 265
Reality twitched.It began with a sound—no louder than a quill’s scratch against paper, yet it echoed across the collapsing sky like thunder. A slow, rhythmic stuttering, as if the universe itself were clearing its throat before a speech it no longer remembered how to give.The page—the prophecy-page—lay on the ground, white and glaring, its ink drained, its predictions spent. After Kael had kissed Selene and stabbed Elias—just as foretold—it had gone blank. And in doing so, it had torn something loose in the weave of reality.The world stuttered.Shadows moved in reverse, lengthening backward like regrets trying to return to the source. Birds flew backward through the sky, feathers reattaching, songs reversing into silence. Language itself began to unravel. Names lost their anchor and became verbs—Selene meant “to grieve,” Pamela meant “to remember,” Kael became “to rewrite and regret simultaneously.”They stood in a meadow that flickered in and out of seasons. One moment snow fell l
Chapter 264
The page glowed.Not with light, but with certainty—the quiet, brutal gleam of inevitability scrawled in fresh ink.It had no title at first, just a thin shimmer, as if reality were too hesitant to name what it was about to become. Then, line by line, the words formed in handwriting none of them recognized, and yet all of them understood.Kael read aloud, breath uneven.“At the hour the mist dissolves, Kael will kiss Selene. He will then stab Elias, once beneath the ribs, and whisper a word that has not existed in any known tongue.”Silence.Then Riva’s hand flew to her blade.“What did it just say?” she asked flatly.Selene stepped forward, voice trembling. “It—it’s writing our future. Not just general predictions. Exact moments. Exact choices.”Kael stood like a man suspended in glass. He reread the line, again and again, as if repetition might erode its truth.“I’d never hurt Elias,” he whispered.Elias said nothing. He was too still. His fingers hovered above the book, not touchin
Chapter 263
They stood in the clearing like exiles at the edge of a revelation.The Inkwound Tree pulsed behind them, groaning in deep, rhythmic tones—like a throat clearing itself before reciting a tragedy no one asked to hear. The book still cried. Not metaphorically. Real, unceasing sobs rippled from its pages. Wet breath. Mournful gasps. It wasn’t only the sound of grief—it was the sound of remembrance struggling to survive its own resurrection.Pamela couldn’t bear it.The sound, the scent of it—blood-ink, old parchment, old loss—dug into her ribs like fingers searching for something buried.“This isn’t right,” she muttered. “This thing… it’s not supposed to be alive. It shouldn’t be.”Her hands trembled, but her conviction didn’t.She summoned fire.A small flame at first, dancing along the tip of her outstretched hand. But as the book continued to weep, that fire grew—a deep, blue blaze, born not of destruction, but revision. This was no ordinary fire. It was the fire that once cauterized
Chapter 262
It began with a whisper beneath bark.Elias had returned alone to the Inkwound Tree, guided not by compass or map but by instinct—the lingering tug of unfinished things. The ground here was soft, too soft, as though it remembered being a sentence rather than soil. The air held a taste of charcoal and wet parchment. Above him, the massive trunk loomed, older now than time, its roots sunk into the marrow of countless narratives.The tree was different now. Since the fusion. Since the Reviser had disbanded itself in fragments of forgiveness and grief.Before, the Inkwound Tree had wept ink. Its bark split with slow bleeding lines, each one a memory leaking backward. But now it grew things.Not fruit. Not leaves.Tomes.Books—raw, unbound, half-formed—emerged from its knots like tumors. Some pulsed. Some sighed. Some rustled their own pages in the windless silence. It was grotesque, in the way beauty sometimes is when it refuses to obey form.Elias stepped closer. His breath caught.One b
Chapter 261
The world had not reset—it had remembered.But memory, like ink, is prone to bleeding.Kael walked through the rebuilt dawn with bare feet and uncertain purpose. Grass bent under his soles, but no birds stirred in the air. The sky had found a softer shade of blue, as if still unsure whether it belonged to story or dream. He no longer moved like a god. No longer carried the weight of fate on his back. But the air around him trembled, ever so slightly, as though it still wanted to believe he was important.He didn’t speak. Not because he couldn’t.Because silence had become something sacred to him.Villages lined the edges of the path he wandered. Towns stitched hastily from surviving fragments—stories no longer tethered to a spine, rebuilt not by grand myth but by the need to endure. He passed through their gates with gold and grey eyes lowered.People looked up from fields and fires. Some recognized his face.Some stepped back, confused. Awed. Afraid.But no one said his name.Perhaps
Chapter 260
The world had not ended.Not entirely.It had folded in on itself, like a book closed mid-sentence—its pages pressed together by exhausted hands, the ink still wet between the lines. And in the silence after the collapse, where chaos had once screamed and stories tore themselves from their spines, the world did something ancient and rare.It exhaled.Kael lay at the center of this new stillness—unmoving, golden-grey eyes closed, body faintly rising with breath. No longer god. No longer pawn. No longer the rewritten or the reviser. Just a man whose skin remembered fire, whose veins still pulsed with poetry and silence. A man dreaming beneath a quiet sun.Days passed without days.There were no clocks anymore. No official tomorrows. Time itself had gone soft at the edges, like a once-bold name fading from parchment.Selene remained by his side.Every morning, she walked barefoot through the dew-washed grass that had sprung from the ashes of the margins, carrying with her a small satchel
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