The Untranslatable Glyph

Since returning from the Heavenly Court, the world had felt… different.

The wind in the Archaic Temple had been sharper. The air carried an invisible weight. Even the usually blue sky now seemed deeper, like eyes staring back.

Kain sat beneath an ancient tree, staring at the Ancient Book open in his lap.

The pages of Chapter III were incomplete. The ink glyphs were appearing on their own, slowly, one line at a time. Unlike the previous ones that had appeared through spells or training, Chapter III seemed to be written by his own life's path.

Ankhar approached, his face more somber than usual.

"After you returned, something moved outside the Land of the Dead Gods."

Kain did not answer. He had felt it since last night—unseen eyes, an inexplicable presence.

Ankhar sat down beside him.

"There are those… whom even the gods cannot name. They are not of this world. They merely… watch. And you have caught their attention."

Kain turned his head slowly.

"Are they part of the test?"

Ankhar shook his head.

"No. They are the guardians of order. If the Book fully opens the Third Chapter… then order will begin to crack. And they will descend."

[New Status: Under Surveillance]

[Effect: Your presence begins to affect other dimensions]

In that instant, the ground beneath them shook.

The sky remained unchanged. But shadows began to appear where there should have been light. A muffled voice came from behind the trees—not a creature, but an echo from beyond space.

From the cracks of reality, a tall figure in a shapeless robe emerged. It had no face, no fixed form. Only a single eye opened in the center of its chest, watching.

First Watcher Entity: Vorkhell

It did not speak. It simply stood at the edge of the field, looking down at Kain.

Ankhar stood up straight. His hands were shaking.

"He… is not one of the gods. He is the reason the gods cannot act freely."

Kain rose slowly to his feet. He stared at the entity, and though no words came out, he could feel the message being transmitted directly to his mind.

"You are rewriting something that should remain silent."

"We will not stop you… but we will record everything."

"And when you fail… we will erase your traces."

Kain responded in his mind.

"Then make sure you write the story in full."

[Chapter III – Open Fragment: Chapter Title Determined by Holder]

[Chapter III Title: Those Who Cannot Be Remembered]

The ink burned on the Book. Vorkhell faded, like smoke swallowed by the sky.

Ankhar stood still.

"If you continue writing this chapter, you will not only fight the gods. You will fight the foundation of the world itself."

Kain sat back down, turning to a new page.

"I know. And I will write it all. Because if I do not, all that has ever failed… will be forgotten forever."

And far away, in another dimension, the other observers began to open their eyes.

Night fell quickly on the Archaic Temple.

But this night was different—the air stilled, the sounds of animals vanished, even the light of torches seemed reluctant to burn. Something was lurching beneath the surface of time. Kain had noticed it from the first step out of his meditation.

The Tome in his hand pulsed. The pages of Chapter III began to display new lines of glyphs… but none of them were legible. Even Ankhar, who had studied hundreds of languages ​​of the gods and shadows, could only stare blankly.

"This is no ordinary glyph," he said. "This… is not meant to be read."

[Status: Empty Glyph Appears]

[Description: A glyph written not with language, but with intent and effect.]

Kain traced the glyph with his fingertip. Each touch brought flashes: a death that had not yet occurred, the shattering of a temple in an unknown land, and a glimpse of a face—a young girl, weeping in a storm. He had never met her. But he knew… she was connected to Chapter III.

"This glyph… is a possibility," Kain whispered. "Every line is a path I will or will not choose."

Ankhar looked solemnly. "You have just opened a glyph that makes the gods fear. Because once you write it to the end, destiny can be permanently denied."

Kain sighed. "Good."

But before he could touch the next page, a loud bang ripped through the sky. A pillar of black light descended from the sky, crashing into the plains far to the north. The explosion was felt all the way here, if only as an echo. Birds flew in panic. The ground shook.

[Warning: Forbidden Zone Opened – Tower of Beginning Cracks]

[Caged Entity: Beginning to Awaken]

Ankhar grabbed Kain's arm. "We have to go."

"Wait." Kain closed his Book. "The Tower of Beginning… isn't that where this Book first appeared?"

Ankhar nodded. "And the first place… where the Lazu God lost everything."

Silence. That one name made everything feel heavy. The Lazu God—the source of the Book. Lazy, but genius. Weak, but unpredictable. Lost in the war of the gods because he chose to retreat… or because he was holding something back?

Kain spoke softly.

"I must go to the Tower of Beginnings."

Ankhar looked away. "That is no place for humans. Even the gods only visit it in dreams."

Kain smiled faintly. "I am not going there as a human."

[Chapter III: The Course Determined – "Return to the Beginning"]

[New Mission: Retracing the Footsteps of the Lazu God]

The sky was still cracked in the north. And beyond its light, a giant silhouette with a masked face could be seen. The figure did not move. It did not speak. But its blazing eyes stared directly at Kain.

The second Watcher had risen.

And the path to the Tower of Beginnings… had been opened.