I launched forward, blue-gold flames spiraling behind me like dying stars.
My weavings pulsed. My mind sharpened.
Every lattice, every flicker of paradox roared as I prepared to strike.
And then, in the middle of such grandeur and glory…
| Absolute Fictional Transcendence senses a coming change that vastly changes the current narrative. |
What?
| The True Source of Destiny warns you of an extremely powerful coming change. |
|The Living True Source of the Protagonist curses!|
…!
The weavings of my Existence buzzed.
I slowed.
Not because of fear. But because the air itself...shifted.
Reality paused.
Across the shattered Null Cradle of Fold-Breaking Ascension, a voice rippled through the broken Fold like a lazy afterthought carried on the wind.
"Bah… if things were unfolding like this, then I didn't even need to come. Why did those old hags force me to make my way here?"
…!
A voice.
