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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
The Locked Third Gate
ZRAAAKK!!Lyra and Maeve tumbled freely among shards of reality that floated like pieces of glass—each fragment reflecting a different world: one showed Darren screaming silently, another depicted Seraphina fighting black shadows alone."Hold my hand, Maeve!" Lyra yelled.SSSHHHUUUKK!They landed hard in a dark space, illuminated only by a small light in the distance—a gate layered with three locks, shimmering with ancient carvings and symbols of the Thread of Reality.Her Thread pulsed erratically, half-burned, half-alive."This... the Third Gate," Lyra murmured. "Where Darren is trapped."The figure of Ravelya appeared on a stone platform, untouched by time."This gate will not open with just the Thread, Lyra. You must offer one of your most important memories as a sacrifice. Or the Gate will reject it and destroy you all."Maeve held Lyra's shoulder. "Don't trust her. Whatever she says—Darren and Seraphina need us."Ravelya smirked. "Oh, you don't know, do you, Maeve? Lyra's most c
A False New World
SSSSSHHHHH...A soft breeze brushed against Lyra's face as she opened her eyes. A dim orange light shone from an unfamiliar purple sky. Around her, a field of tall grass shimmered like wet glass, yet there was no wind."Maeve...?" Lyra whispered.Maeve sat not far from her, holding her head. "You heard... that sound too, right?""Darren..." Lyra's voice trembled, "he's... calling me."They both stood up slowly and found themselves in the middle of a strange city—towering architecture, symmetrical yet irregular. Buildings made of liquid metal that constantly shifted shape like living breath.There were no humans.But they knew... they were being watched.As they stepped into the city center, figures began to emerge from the mist.Not human.They resembled humans—with friendly faces, perfect clothes, sweet smiles. But... their eyes were empty. Their movements were too precise. Like living dolls.One of them approached. "Welcome to Virelya, the City of Restoration. You must be confused..
The World That’s No Longer the Same
WUUUMMMM—!Four streaks of light burst out of the fractured gateway of the Symmetry Room. Lyra and the others were thrown into the grassy land that should’ve been familiar—Isthmora Valley.But...The sky was pitch black.The sun was gone.And the wind carried whispers—not air.Darren slowly stood up, surveying the area. “This... this isn’t the Isthmora we know.”Maeve swallowed hard, instinctively gripping her weapon. “No… it’s like a shadow of our world.”Seraphina stared wide-eyed at the darkened sky. “It’s… a corrupted reflection of reality. A side effect of the Symmetry’s fracture.”“More precisely,” a deep voice echoed from the fog,“This is the beginning of the Severance.”They all turned at once.The figure stood within the mist.Tall.Cloaked in tattered gray robes.His face hidden behind a half-shattered mask.In his hand… he held a corrupted version of the Thread of Reality—its color black and flowing, like living ink.“Who are you?” Lyra asked hoarsely.“I am the One Left B
The Laughing Mirror
The Symmetry Chamber.There was no sky, no ground. Only an ocean of light in the shape of swirling veins, reflecting and pulsating like the pulse of the universe. In the center of the room floated a large mirror, cracked in three places, with Lyra standing directly in front of it. But what stared back from the mirror……was no ordinary reflection. It was another Lyra—her eyes black, her smile twisted. Her hair was ash-gray. Her hands clutched the Thread of Reality as if it were a toy. "Why do you always fight?" Mirror-Lyra's voice hissed, cold, like mist creeping into the lungs. "Why don't you just give up and let the world fall?" Lyra steadied her breath, her body trembling. But her eyes remained firm. "Because I almost died in despair once. And I know what it feels like to be invisible. But someone pulled me back. Darren. Maeve. Seraphina. I'm not alone." Mirror-Lyra scoffed. "Lies. They're just using your Thread. You're a puppet. The keeper of a tool you don't understand." SWISH! In
The Corridor That Swallowed Reality
"LYRA!!!"Darren's voice still echoed in the fractured air. His hands hung empty in the space where light had been—now only the remnants of glowing dust floated like the petals of a dream shattered before it could bloom.Seraphina stood frozen, her eyes narrowed. She traced the crack in the sky that was slowly closing. But before the fissure vanished completely, something appeared—thin, like an almost invisible thread, drifting wildly."A recall thread..." Seraphina whispered. "There's still one left. It's a pathway to the Symmetry Chamber.""Can we get there?!" Maeve asked, her eyes wide and breath catching. "We can't just stand here! Lyra... she's all alone!"Seraphina looked at them. Then nodded slowly. "There's a way... but it's not without risk."She reached into her robe, pulling out three imperfectly triangular crystal shards. Their colors shifted constantly, as if alive. She placed one in Maeve's hand, one in Darren's, and held one herself."These will open the Convergence Cor
The Sacrifice Woven in Thread
The Thread of Dreams and Reality pulsed in Lyra's grasp. Its colors danced like a wounded rainbow, blazing with an energy she had never felt before. Before her, the masked figure remained unyielding, awaiting a choice that would shake not only their steps... but perhaps the very fabric of this dimension."If I save them..." Lyra whispered, barely audible, "...what will I lose?"The figure did not answer with words. Instead, the air around Lyra trembled, and then a reflection of herself appeared—an older, more fragile Lyra, her eyes devoid of light, standing and embracing the frozen shadows of Darren and Maeve like glass statues."You will lose your way," the voice finally echoed. "You will forever walk in dim light, with a blurred purpose."Seraphina stepped forward, holding Lyra's arm. Her eyes were firm, yet there was no pressure in her touch. "Choose... not out of guilt, but for the truth you believe in."Lyra nodded slowly. Her tears had dried, but the wound in her heart lay wide
Corridor Without Light
The cold wind slapped their faces as the workshop door of Zimar closed behind them, vanishing without a trace as if it had never existed. The sky above was a deep violet, with swirling black clouds that turned slowly like an endless vortex of memories. Their footsteps fell on alien ground, shimmering faintly as if freshly sprinkled with stardust. Each footstep seemed to leave a trail of dim light, a sign that they were treading a path that did not belong to the ordinary world."This isn't just another dimension," Seraphina murmured, her sharp eyes scanning their surroundings. "It's... some kind of space between life and death."Maeve nodded, her left hand gripping the hilt of her sword tightly. "It feels like... we're being watched."And indeed they were.Behind the crystalline trees that grew in a circular pattern like a cage, shadows moved. There was no sound of footsteps, only the feeling of being stripped bare by a gaze that did not originate from sentient beings. It was as if som
A Touch Between Dream and Reality
Zimar's illusion gripped them tightly, each trapped in their deepest desires and regrets.Lyra's heart pounded as Darren—long lost—stood before her, smiling gently, reaching out his hand to offer a different path on that fateful night. The touch of his fingers felt real, his warmth burned against her skin, and his soft whisper, "This time will be different, Lyra. We can be together," struck straight at the core of her longing. She nearly reached for him, drawn into the tempting illusion of happiness.But deep within her conscious mind, she remembered the determined look in Darren's eyes as they fought side by side, the warmth of his grip in battle, and the promise they made under the starlit sky. The figure before her felt too perfect—too aligned with her desire—a subtle wrongness that shook her from the lull of the dream. With great effort, she pulled her hand back. A sharp sense of loss stabbed at her heart, but she knew this wasn’t the real Darren. "You're not him," she whispered t
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