The night had not ended.
But the world… would never be the same.
The sky—once shattered like glass struck by a divine hammer—had mended.
But it wasn’t healed.
The cracks had been absorbed, witnessed, and recorded by something that was never meant to see.
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[SYSTEM: OBSERVER-CLASS ENTITY DETECTED – LEVEL D]
[WARNING: YOUR EXISTENCE IS NOW RECORDED IN THE LIST OF FATE-DEFINING ENTITIES.]
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The stone corridor I walked through remained the same in shape.
But each step now felt like dragging an invisible chain—heavy, resistant, cold.
The space around me was unstable, as if time itself hesitated to allow my return from that altar.
And perhaps...
I hadn't truly returned.
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[SYSTEM: MINOR DIMENSIONAL BREACH DETECTED.]
[FOREIGN ENTITY ENTERING REALITY: CODE ID “O.S.03 – WATCHER OF THREADS”]
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The world didn’t split with thunder.
It split with silence—so loud it crushed thought itself.
From the cracks above, a spiral of black light descended.
Not ink. Not shadow. But the absence of anything.
As if nothingnessitself dripped into this reality.
And from within it... the figure emerged.
It did not walk.
It did not float.
It simply appeared.
A porcelain mask covered its face. No eyes.
Yet I felt my soul laid bare under its unseen gaze—penetrating, clinical, ancient.
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“Lucian Veylor.”
My name wasn't spoken.
It was declared—as a fact.
Like an echo from a future yet to occur.
Flat. Absolute. Undeniable.
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“You have taken something… that should have remained buried.”
I didn’t respond.
There was nothing to refute.
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“Your steps have shifted the balance.
And that… is intriguing.”
It snapped its fingers.
Instantly, threads of light shimmered into the air—floating, pulsing, alive.
Not beautiful.
Not graceful.
But terrifying in meaning.
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[SYSTEM: REALITY ANOMALY ACTIVE]
[ENTITY OFFERS: OBSERVER’S CONTRACT]
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▸ Observer’s Contract: “Symmetry Broken”
Effect: Temporary access to Skill — Threadbreak
Reward: Fragment of Forbidden Knowledge
Consequence: Every action from this point will be observed… and interpreted
[ACCEPT] / [DECLINE]
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I stared at the thread.
Thread of fate? A symbol? A lie?
It didn’t matter.
What I saw was clear:
The strings that bind this world… can be cut.
I pressed [ACCEPT].
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[CONTRACT ACCEPTED]
[NEW SKILL UNLOCKED: THREADBREAK Lv.1]
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Cracks spread across the corridor walls.
As if the building itself understood:
A rule had just been erased.
More threads appeared.
But they weren’t mine.
They belonged to others.
Each one connected—
Invisible to normal eyes.
But now... I could see them.
And more than that—
I could touch them.
I raised my hand.
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[ACTIVATE SKILL: THREADBREAK]
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A single thread… snapped.
And somewhere far away—
someone died.
Not because of reason.
Not because of karma.
But because their string was no longer required.
The cloaked figure watched me.
Or perhaps... merely observed.
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“You are truly… unlike the others.”
Then it vanished.
No explosion.
No dramatic flash.
It simply ceased to exist.
But the threads remained—
Trembling softly, like violin strings after a final note.
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[SYSTEM: WORLD THREAT LEVEL INCREASED TO CLASS B]
[STATUS: EXTERNAL INTERVENTION ACCELERATED]
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I stood in the hollow corridor.
No fear.
No pride.
Only one thing grew within me—
Not thirst…
but hunger.
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“I want more.”
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And the world...
trembled—
as if in response.