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Final Stitch
The sky no longer looked like the sky—it had become a gray sheet, stretched and torn like forced fabric. The Nameless Tower was now fully revealed, looming tall in obsidian tones that seemed to reject all light. Doors on each of its sides slowly opened, and from within emerged ancient symbols, gleaming like dying stars.Amid the crumbling defenses, Lyra sat cross-legged. The Thread of Reality had formed a vortex of energy around her, wrapping her body like a cocoon of light. But within her mind, another world was forming—a place where time stood still, sound was silence, and a lone figure waited.A woman draped in a robe woven from light and shadow. Her eyes were silver. Her hair flowed like a stream of stars."Welcome to the Hollow Stitch," she said. Her voice was soft, yet every word echoed into the depth of Lyra’s soul."Who are you?" Lyra asked, though part of her already knew."I am the beginning of the Thread. I am the First Weaver. My name has been forgotten by history—but not
The Final Sacrifice
Silence.For a moment, there was no sound. No wind. No tremor.Everything stood still—on the edge between existence and void.Then the light vanished—and they all saw it.Suspended in midair, in a sky cracked like shattered glass, Lyra hung motionless, her body wrapped in the fading shimmer of the Threads of Dream-Reality, now unraveling into strands of light. The radiant cloak that once surrounded her shattered, dissolving into thousands of glowing crystal shards drifting down like a rain of stars.Darren screamed, “LYRA!!”He rushed forward, but Kael held him back.“Wait… look first.”Zarvul’thar clutched his chest. His colossal body began to writhe. From the wound Lyra had inflicted, the once-deep crimson heart of the world changed—shifting into a blazing blue. Its pulse slowed. Lines of light began spreading from the wound, rippling outward across the Gatekeeper's body.And then—DOOMMMM!!!Zarvul’thar’s body exploded from within—not with fire, but with pure light that consumed al
The Gatekeeper
The sky roared. The earth cracked. The distant seas boiled, though no fire burned.The creature that stepped out of the Third Gate was not merely a guardian of dimensions—it was an ancient entity, unnamed in any legend, because all who knew of it had long since perished.Its height reached the clouds. Its body was a fusion of mist and bone, its wings featherless chains dripping black blood. Horns cleaved the air, and its three faces—human, beast, and skull—shifted in and out with every word that fell from its mouths.“I am the Beginning. I am the Return. I am the Shadow of the First Light.”Darren gripped his sword, though his hand trembled. “What is that…?”Kaera looked at him with grim eyes. “That’s no mere creature. That is Zarvul’thar. The Gatekeeper. The one who created the guardians... and now comes to claim reality itself.”Seraphina, still cradling the not-yet-fully-recovered Kael, frowned. “You knew this would happen?”Kaera nodded slowly. “But I never knew... that he would c
Light in the Dark
The pendant in Seraphina's hand glowed brighter, stirring the heavy, dark energy within the temple. In its soft, warm light, echoes of the past whispered faintly—a young, innocent voice of Kael. "If I ever disappear, don’t leave me alone in the dark, okay, Sera..."The voice struck at the core of the creature inside Kael’s body. The towering figure, radiating a storm-like aura, suddenly froze. His eyes—golden and blood-red—trembled. “Seraphina…” he murmured—not in the voice of the ancient being, but in Kael’s own voice, faint… as if screaming from the sunken depths of his soul.Darren, still on the ground with blood streaming from his forehead, shouted, “He’s still in there! Kael’s not gone yet!”Kaera clenched her jaw. “Then we pull him back. Now.”Maeve, appearing from the rubble, panting with trembling hands, began carving a magic circle into the ground with her own blood. “I’ll open a path into his soul. But only one can enter.”Without hesitation, Seraphina stepped forward. “Me.”
Legacy of Ruin
The wind whispered like the wailing of ancient souls. Clouds spiraled into a dark vortex above, swirling around a tear in the sky where the Third Gate had begun to open. From below, they could only see flashes of blood-red and deep violet crossing paths—like angry lightning, yet silent. Soundless, but it struck the chest with unbearable pressure.Kael stood at the center of the temple’s altar, his small body now glowing blindingly bright. But behind that light… was something far older, and far more dangerous. His eyes glowed gold—not warm, but sharp, as if they could see both the future and the past in a single glance."Kael?" Darren stepped forward hesitantly. "Are you still... yourself?"Kael slowly turned his head.But the voice that answered wasn't his."Kael has been opened. The one speaking now… is the Third Heir."The voice came from within him—deep and echoing, like it rose from the abyss of time. The language was not ordinary, yet somehow they all understood it… without knowi
Shadow Sibling
The night wind howled fiercely, carrying fragments of dust and blood from a battle still raging in the distance. But for Lyra, time seemed to freeze as she stared at the woman standing behind the crumbled stone ruins of the ancient temple. Her body was cloaked in a black robe with faintly glowing ancient patterns, and beneath the hood was a face she knew all too well..."Kael..." Lyra whispered, barely audible. "No, that's not... him."Kael turned as well, and instantly his steps halted. His eyes widened."I–I'm..." Kael stammered, his childish voice caught in his throat, "Who are you...?"The woman gave a faint smile. It wasn’t the smile of an enemy… but neither was it that of a friend."I am the one who should have existed, but was never born in your world, Kael," she said, her voice deep and calm, laced with bitterness. "My name... is Kaera. I am your sibling. Your shadow."Seraphina, blood still trickling from her temple, turned sharply. "Kael doesn't have a sibling!"Kaera looked
