In the midst of the void, the place where everything and nothing coexist, he sleeps. Like shining spheres, entire multiverses glow around him, all nothing more than grains of sand in the presence of the one who observes everything. After a creaking sound reaches his mind, his eyes, which have been closed from the beginning, open. Before you, the script means nothing, for regardless of what the one who writes the story desires, destruction is all he craves.



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Echoes of Hollow

The island where the hunters' gathering took place trembled as Lior vibrated his body, trying to regain movement from the paralysis caused by Alyia. 


Everyone around remained frozen; after all, time itself had stopped in their perception—or at least, in the perception of Teodoro, who lay beside him in the same state, and any other being moving since the moment Hye disappeared. 


Cracks spread across the balcony where they stood, as well as, unbeknownst to him, along one of the rings on his fingers—the pinky ring—and throughout the luxurious building. The tall columns fractured, and every pane of glass, from the smallest to the largest, shattered. The fissure in the artifact extended across the object imbued with power to restrict one’s physical abilities to a certain extent, and a massive crack split the island from one end to the other. 


“…That was faster than I expected,” murmured Alyia as she placed Hilary on the bed beside Eudora. 


Chapter 97