Night fell.
For the first time—
They saw stars.
Real ones.
Leon lay on the grass.
"...At least stars aren't glitching."
Asad stood silently.
Still thinking.
Then—
A voice.
Soft.
Distant.
But clear.
"...So you finally noticed."
Leon instantly stood up.
"WHO SAID THAT?!"
Asad didn't panic.
He already knew.
"…Show yourself."
Silence.
Then—
The sky shifted.
Not breaking.
Not glitching.
But bending.
And a figure appeared.
Not fully visible.
Just a silhouette.
Watching them.
"...Interesting."
"...You weren't supposed to reach this far."
Leon clenched his fists.
"...Who are you?!"
The figure smiled faintly.
"...I'm…"
A pause.
"...The one who almost wrote this world."
Asad's eyes sharpened.
"…Almost?"
The figure tilted its head.
"...Until you took control."
Silence.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
Asad stepped forward.
"...So what do you want?"
The figure's voice lowered.
"…To see what you become."