Chapter 55:
When Gods Stir, Shadows Scatter
The cradle of fate trembled as the soul anchored itself to the vessel.
Errin, now more will than flesh, hovered in half-existence—his every breath rippling reality. The unborn god-son floated within the divine matrix, a pulse of harmonized elemental essence—metal, wind, water, flame, and void.
Meanwhile, across the galaxies...
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Scene 1: A False Awakening
In the dimension of Ashkaar-9, the first of the decoy vessels stirred.
This Errin—real in bone but forged of fragmented lineage—opened his eyes. The villagers gathered, sensing a miracle. Yet, before a word left his lips, the sky broke open. Three terminators descended, blades humming with void resonance.
They struck fast.
Too fast.
A splash of silver blood hit the ground. The villagers screamed. But as the body crumpled—so did the illusion.
The bloodline awakened.
The bones, once dormant, caught fire, burning backward through time. A scream echoed across dimensions—not in agony, but in remembrance.
> "We are not dead," it said.
"We are remembered."
The terminators vanished into black mist, confused. They had failed. Again.
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Scene 2: The Womb of Flame
Elsewhere, in the Glass Dimension of Myr, another version of Errin fought a different battle. This body, trapped in the form of a tree-bound being, awakened suddenly—his bark cracking to reveal golden marrow. The gods thought they had turned him into an immortal prison.
But the soul fragment within burned too bright.
> "You sealed me once,
but you left behind the light."
He erupted in flames.
Thousands of miles away, one terminator stumbled, clutching its helm as visions of a forgotten child screamed within its circuits.
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Scene 3: The True Hollow
Back in the True Hollow, the goddess cried out—not in pain, but rapture.
> "He has arrived."
The vessel burst open like a cocoon.
A boy, not more than a few minutes old, floated above the grass, wrapped in ancestral light. His body radiated symbolic truths—his skin etched in ancient languages, his eyes mirror-pools reflecting stars that hadn't yet formed.
Errin stepped forward.
> "You are mine, and not mine.
Born from my bones, but not bound by my path."
The child blinked.
Somewhere deep in the galaxy, a thousand unborn bloodlines began to stir.
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Scene 4: Decision in the Void Council
Back in the Seventh Heaven's war chamber, General Merakht gritted his fangs.
> "Too many reflections. Too many near-mirrors. This isn't a bloodline. It's a web."
Another elder rose. He was blind, but he saw deeper than light.
> "Let it be born.
Let us watch its path. If he walks toward divinity, we strike.
If he walks toward man... we listen."
A rare silence settled. The council would wait—watch—and sharpen their blades.
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