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In Fractured Will, reality is shaped by a powerful force called Will, which individuals can harness to manipulate the world around them. Those who wield it, known as Will Shapers, can reshape reality itself, but the more they use their Will, the more it costs them slowly eroding their identity. If they push too far, they become Fragments, powerful but unstable beings. The world is divided into multiple realms, including the Prime Realm (the material world), the Meta Realm (a higher dimension of power), and the Fractured Realm (where those who’ve lost control of their Will are trapped). Various factions vie for control of Will’s power, including the Shapers (who seek transcendence through power), the Fragmented (who have lost themselves to Will), and the Guardians (who try to maintain balance). The central conflict is the struggle for control over Will, with each character facing the choice between gaining immense power or losing their sense of self in the process. The deeper one goes into Will, the greater the risk of becoming a Fractured being, and only by fully embracing this transformation can one transcend their human limitations.

“`Fractured Will`”

"No author. No puppeteer. Just echoes of law, etched too deep to forget."

They had arrived in what many would call paradise.A blank canvas where imagination held dominion.

This new Narrative Bubble, though unshaped and free of an overseeing god, was still stitched together by the same ancient material the fundamental essence that every bubble was forged from

And Will… was still finite.

There was no narrator, no controlling entity. No Nyx, no divine pen scripting the fates. The sky was a shifting aurora of raw potential. The land bent to whim. Time didn't tick; it fluttered.

But when Yellow tried to remake her home village…When the Fragmented Sibling conjured a floating cathedral of fire and blood…When the Immortal Girl tried to heal a mountain-sized wound in the land…

A soft, subtle pressure.Not from an external force.But from the core of the world itself.

Like a budget being spent.Like a flame being dimmed.

"It's still here," muttered the Reforged Blacksmith, staring at the ripples left behind by his hammer's echo."Will. This world may be free, but it's still made of the same substance."

They gathered. The Survivors. The Forged. The Reborn.

And they understood something terrifying

Even here, with no god, no rules, no limits on imagination or command…

There were consequences.

Will was like cosmic fuel if they spent too much on creation, destruction, resurrection, or shaping abstract truth it drained.

And when Will drained, worlds withered.

"That's why the Guardians made monsters," said Yellow."To recycle Will. Keep it flowing."

"But that system created suffering," the Immortal Girl argued."There has to be a better way."

"There's no narrator now," the Sibling added darkly."It's ours to solve… or ruin."

And so they debated.And created.And, sometimes… destroyed.

Because this world had no author, it offered complete liberty but not safety.

A blade forged from pure irony could slice a concept in half.

A word spoken with conviction could twist gravity.

A memory could become a god if enough people believed it was real.

Yet every action consumed Will.

Some began building civilizations.Others vanished into their own realities.One created a child from a smile.Another built a weapon out of guilt.

But all began to see the same thing

Freedom is not the opposite of control.It's the weight of it.

The world shimmered. Still young. Still lawless.

But it pulsed with a quiet rhythm:

Use Will. Shape the world. But know this when it runs out, not even your story will remain.

They had no author.But now they had to become something harder to be

Chapter 59: The Lawless Framework