Zara's Warning

The Inkless Realm stretched endlessly around them, its perfect white expanse now marred by hairline cracks that pulsed with impossible colors. Seven million transcended consciousness patterns floated in organized chaos, their combined will reshaping reality with each passing moment. And at the center of it all, Lio stood with his hand extended toward the ancient entity that had never been written, never been chosen—until now.

"Lio, don't."

The voice cut through the symphony of creation like a blade through silk. Every consciousness in the realm turned toward its source, their attention creating ripples in the fabric of existence itself.

Zara materialized between Lio and the stirring entity, her form more solid than anything else in the white void. Unlike the other transcended beings who floated in states of pure potential, she stood firmly on ground that shouldn't exist, her dark hair whipping in winds that carried the weight of unspoken futures.