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The Final Weave
The Thread of Dream-Reality trembled in Lyra’s hands, as if aware that this very moment held the key to either salvation or annihilation. One final weave… not only to seal Vareth-Nhul, but to save the fragile yet still-living soul of the Child.The cavern's ceiling cracked—CRACK!—pillars collapsing one by one as ancient creatures began to spill through the Main Gate into the real world. Thick black mist like oil dripped from above, taking the form of elongated hands that reached for anyone who dared to move.Arkan and Darren knelt, their bodies shaking from the magical energy they were pouring out to shield Lyra and the Child.“Hurry, Lyra!” Mira cried out in desperation, standing among rubble and blood that now pooled across the temple floor.Lyra closed her eyes. Her fingers began to dance in the air, manipulating the glowing Thread—not with ordinary magic, but with memories, hopes, and choices.“The weaving begins…”She stitched the sky. She rewove the currents of time. She inscrib
At the Brink of the Main Gate
The colossal shadow loomed before them, yet it wasn’t the shadow that rooted Arkan in place—it was the small figure at its center. The Little One, the very child they had protected all this time… now stood in the middle of a blood-carved rune circle, their body radiating an aura of void so dense that it made the air itself feel suffocating.“L-Little One?” Mira’s voice trembled, caught between horror and disbelief.But the child didn’t turn. They only stared at the massive gate behind them—the Main Gate—sealed for millennia with the blood of the Ancient Guardians. Ancient emblems rotated slowly above it, sucking the surrounding aura into their motion. And now, with a single word from those tiny lips, the entire world could change.“I… remember everything,” the child said quietly, yet their voice echoed through the cavern like thunder splitting the sky. Their eyes were no longer those of a human child. What stared back were two bottomless voids, gleaming dark purple—like the eyes of Va
Child of Ashen Fate
The earth still radiated heat. Deep fissures crawled like open wounds across the body of the world. The remains of the ancient temple lay in ruins—blackened and scorched by the arcane flames that nearly tore reality apart. Silence. No sound but the whisper of wind sweeping through dust and remnants of memory.Arkan stood motionless at the edge of the massive crater where Lyra had vanished. His eyes were vacant. His left hand clutched the hilt of a now-cracked sword. His breath was ragged. He seemed unaware that blood was still flowing from the gash in his shoulder.Seraphina stood not far from him. Her robes were tattered, silver hair wild, but her eyes still blazed—not with resolve, but with a grief too heavy for words. She tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat.Reza bowed his head in silence. Darren struck a stone wall until his knuckles bled. Maeve hugged herself, shoulders trembling with withheld sobs.“She… she’s really gone, isn’t she?” Maeve whispered.No one answe
Seeking the Control Center
The last message from the paralyzed agent of Daruma, "He is at the center of the vortex, where all threads converge," kept echoing in the minds of Rizal, Nova, and Ucok. After successfully disabling the mind control device in Hanoi, they returned to Hong Kong to analyze the cryptic clue."Vortex... threads..." muttered Nova, staring at the world map on her holopad screen. "It must refer to the central control node of Daruma’s network. A place where he could manipulate multiple agents at once.""Metaphorically, ‘vortex’ could mean a center of power or information," Rizal added, sipping his strong black coffee. "A major city vital to global communications and politics."Ucok, busy frying mendoan for breakfast, chimed in. "Maybe Jakarta again, bro? It’s a vortex of traffic jams—every thread is tangled in one place."Rizal and Nova exchanged thin smiles at Ucok’s comment. But the thought wasn’t entirely off base. Jakarta was one of the most densely populated cities in Southeast Asia, with
An Old Face in the Shadows of Darkness
The sky above the ruined temple burned crimson, as if the blood of the world had seeped into the clouds. The darkness grew heavier with every step that Lord Eldros—or whatever the creature had become—took as he emerged from the swirling vortex of shadow. His jet-black cloak fluttered despite the still air, and from his half-burned face, now laced with glowing red cracks, came a voice no longer human."I have waited for you... far too long," he hissed, like a nest of maggots speaking in unison.Arkan was speechless. His breath caught in his throat. That was Eldros’s face—but not the one who had once guided them. This was a being forged from the remnants of ambition, pain, and darkness swallowed over years in a cursed dimension. Reza stood tall despite the bleeding wound in his side. His blood still dripped, but his eyes did not waver."That’s not our Eldros. He’s... something else," he muttered—half to Arkan, half to calm himself.The creature grinned. "You still call me by my old name
Shadows of the Past
The footsteps of Darren, Maeve, and Seraphina echoed through the narrow corridor that seemed to stretch endlessly. The dim blue glow from the embedded crystals along the walls lit only fragments of the path, casting dancing shadows that whispered unease into their hearts.“Lyra’s been in there too long…” Darren muttered, his voice trembling between worry and fury.Maeve gripped the hilt of her sword. “If they’ve hurt her, I won’t hesitate to cut down anyone.”“Steady,” Seraphina said calmly, her voice low yet laced with quiet magical power. “We’ll reach the heart of the ruins in a few more minutes. But be ready—the energy here… it’s shifting. Something’s waiting for us.”As they turned down the left corridor, the floor beneath their feet suddenly trembled—grrkkkrrtt—the grinding of stone echoed from every direction. The wall before them split open, revealing a vast chamber with a towering ceiling and stone pillars etched with ancient symbols. In the center stood a massive statue, but
Confrontation of Time
The wind shifted. The air grew thick, pulsing with a power unlike anything they had ever felt before. Darren, Maeve, and Seraphina stood frozen at the threshold of a corridor of light that began to crack like glass doused in fire. From the once-silent hallway, streaks of color emerged like ink swirling in water, spreading and consuming the reality around them.“What is that?” Seraphina whispered, eyes wide as she stared down the corridor.Darren gripped the hilt of his sword tighter. “We have to move. Lyra is alone in there. And whatever that is... we can’t let it awaken.”They ran, their feet pounding against stone floors that shifted beneath them, transforming into a surface that throbbed like living flesh. Hissing and whispering sounds followed them, like thousands of voices trying to crawl into their minds.“Don’t listen!” Maeve shouted. “It’s just auditory illusions! Stay focused!”But the deeper they went, the more reality began to fracture. On the right, glimpses of the past—Ly
Child of the Forgotten Time
Time trembled. Like a cloth tearing at the edges, reality seemed to twitch. In the center of a colossal altar shrouded in crystalline mist and frozen shards of light, the young boy stood. His body was small, no older than ten, yet his aura pierced through the fabric of space like a crownless king."Kael... I am the consequence of your greatest sin."His voice was calm, almost echoing both from the past and the future at once. His silver eyes glowed, reflecting Kael’s image in a form no one had ever seen—filled with fear.Kael stepped back, losing his balance for the first time."No... that’s impossible. You shouldn’t exist. I erased you!"The boy gave a bitter smile. "You forget, Father, time’s threads cannot be severed—only re-knotted. And every knot holds a trace... including me."Lyra stared at the boy, eyes wide. "Father?"The boy turned his face toward her, a faint smile on his lips. "Not from your timeline, Lyra. I come from another possibility... a shattered future."Seraphina
The Blood That Weaves Vengeance
Lyra stood frozen, as if her soul had been wrenched from her body. The man's voice… its tone was gentle, yet it echoed like a curse."My child... I have come to end everything. Even you."Maeve instantly stepped in front of Lyra, ready to shield her. "Whoever you are... if you hurt her, you'll have to go through me first!"But the man only smiled. Not the warm smile of a father—but a bitter smile full of wounds and vengeance. His steps were slow, but with each footfall, the ground peeled away, as if the world itself was afraid to touch him."My old name is dead," he murmured softly. "You may call me now... Kael the Forsaken."Lyra shuddered. That name was recorded in the Forbidden Manuscript—one of the Three Great Weavers who had once betrayed their kind and vanished with the core power of time."But... you sacrificed yourself at the First Gate... I saw your body destroyed!" Lyra cried out.Kael raised his palm. There, the Threads of Darkness and Light merged, writhing like serpents e
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