The Rewrite War Begins
Ethan stood at the center of a golden storm.
His flames weren't just golden anymore.
They weren't just shadowed.
They were shifting. Changing.
A war was happening within him—two rewrites clashing at the fundamental level of existence.
One was the Creator's rewrite.
A slow, careful erosion of who Ethan was, designed to make him accept his fate.
The other—
Was his own.
Ethan clenched his fists, golden flames pulsing violently. The city skyline around him blurred, as if the world itself was struggling to comprehend what he was doing.
And standing across from him, the Riftborn King smirked.
"Well," his alternate self murmured. "That's new."
Mia tensed beside Ethan, daggers flickering with golden energy. "Ethan, you sure about this?"
"No," Kieran muttered. "He's never sure. He just does things and somehow doesn't die."