2025-11-16 21:18:54The morning fog clung to the city streets like a thick blanket, muffling sounds and distorting shapes. Neon signs buzzed faintly, reflecting in puddles slicked with rain.
Tom Burro moved cautiously, each step calculated. His eye flared faint blue, scanning the threads of opportunity woven into the world around him.
Snowly padded beside him, silent, alert. “We’re close,”
The dog said, voice low. “The System has detected a potential Soul Anchor. Someone whose will can stabilize your evolution. But the thread is fragile.”
Tom’s fists clenched. “Fragile how?”
“Emotionally unstable. Vulnerable. If you misread them, the thread will shatter, and you could lose everything you’ve gained. Or worse”
Tom exhaled, feeling the pulse of the Tier II Thread thrumming through him. “Then we don’t fail. Not this time.”
They turned a corner into an abandoned shopping district. The streets were deserted, broken windows reflecting the early light.
Amid the ruins, a young woman sat on a crate, arms wrapped around her knees, shaking. Threads of faint silver glowed around her , frayed, scattered, like fragile glass ready to break.
Snowly growls softly. “There. That’s the opportunity. She is your potential anchor.”
Tom approached cautiously. “Hey are you okay?”
The woman’s head snapped up. Her hair was streaked with mud, eyes wide with fear. “Who, who are you?”
“I’m someone who wants to help,” Tom said carefully. His eye pulsed, threads reaching toward hers.
“I can see your path. I can change it. If you let me.” She flinched.
“Why would I trust you? Everyone’s trying to hurt me.”
Snowly’s ears flicked. “She’s resisting. That’s normal. You’ll need patience and proof.”
Tom’s hand hovered over the nearest crate. “Then watch this.”
A gang of street thugs emerged from the fog, laughing, circling the woman like predators. Her silver threads flared violently,
colliding with the red aggression threads of the attackers. Tom’s pulse raced. The System whispered: “Tier II Thread optimization required. Soul Anchor connection attempt: High risk.”
“Decision: Protect Anchor – Engage Threats Directly or Evade/Redirect.”
Tom inhaled sharply. “Direct.”
Threads erupted from his eye like ribbons of energy as he struck the nearest thug, sending him crashing into a wall. Snowly lunged, taking down another,
teeth snapping with precision. Tom spun, hitting the third with a pipe, threads wrapping around the man to immobilize him. The woman screamed, but then froze,
her silver threads were drawn toward Tom’s blue light.
A single, delicate strand connected to his chest, pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat. “Soul Anchor Candidate Connected. Stability Check: 60%. Continue nurturing or disconnect.”
Tom’s heart thumped. “Stay with me,”
he urged softly. “I won’t let them hurt you.”
The woman’s eyes widened. “You, you can see threads?”
Tom nodded, keeping his gaze steady. “And I can protect you. But you have to trust me.”
She hesitated. Then slowly, her trembling eased. The silver thread pulsed stronger, weaving around Tom like a lifeline. “Soul Anchor Stabilization: 80%. Tier II Evolution Progress: 50%.”
Suddenly, the air shifted. Shadows warped unnaturally. Crimson threads slithered into the alley , Gabby. “Ah,”
Gabby’s voice cut through the mist. “So, the little brother found someone willing to hold his hand. How touching.”
Tom’s eye flared. Threads around him snapped and writhed, tangling with Gabby’s crimson corruption. Snowly growled, hackles raised. Gabby stepped closer,
shadowy phantoms emerging behind him. “You think a Soul Anchor can save you? How quaint.”
Tom’s jaw clenched. “It’s not about saving me. It’s about surviving and evolving.”
The woman tightened her grip on the crate she’d been sitting on. Her silver thread pulsed in response to Tom’s energy. “I, I trust you,” she whispered.
Gabby’s eyes narrowed. “Interesting. A willing Anchor. Very bold of you or very foolish.”
The phantoms lunged but Tom moved instinctively, striking, blocking, weaving threads of blue light to intercept the corruption.
The woman’s thread pulsed, connecting deeper into Tom’s system, stabilizing him against Gabby’s attack. “System Alert: Tier II Evolution Progress 75%. Soul Anchor Stabilized. Probability Manipulation Enhanced.”
Gabby hissed. “So this is what you’ve become stronger, faster, more aware. I should be worried.”
“Try me,” Tom replied, threads flaring around his body like armor.
Gabby smiled cruelly. “Oh, I will. But not today. Consider this a test.”
With a flick of his hand, crimson threads surged, dragging phantoms into the shadows. Gabby stepped back, voice fading: “Collect your threads, little brother. I’ll be watching and waiting.”
The alley fell silent. The woman’s silver thread glowed steadily,
entwined around Tom’s chest. Snowly exhaled softly. “That was close. Too close. Gabby is evolving faster than expected. You need more Threads and soon.”
Tom nodded, still catching his breath. “Then we keep moving. I’ll gather every Thread, every Anchor, until the System is mine before he can claim it all.”
The woman looked up at him, trembling but steady. “I, I’ll help. I don’t understand all of this, but I trust you.”
Tom’s gray eye pulsed brighter. Threads shimmered across the alley, mapping potential outcomes, victories, dangers. “Good,”
he said. “Because trust is the only thing that can keep us alive now.”
Snowly stepped forward, tail flicking. “And this is only the beginning. The next Threads will be harder. The cost is higher and Gabby will strike, the System will demand sacrifices.”
Tom stared at the glowing lines connecting him to the woman. A new determination hardened in his chest. “Then we’ll pay the cost. Whatever it takes.”
Lightning flashed across the skyline, illuminating the city, the alley,
and the pulse of infinite threads swirling around them. “Tier II Evolution Progress: 90%. Soul Anchor Secured. Next Objective: Thread Optimization and Gabby Countermeasure Development.”
Tom clenched his fists. “The game is on. And this time I’m ready to play.”
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