Lyra's grip on Orion tightened. "Who… who are you?"
The figure's form solidified into something resembling a man, though his presence made the stars tremble.
"I am the Architect," he said, his voice like the collapse of dying worlds. "The true weaver of destiny. The paradox was my creation, and you—Orion—were merely another pawn. But you changed the game. You shattered the order I so carefully constructed."
Orion's fists clenched. "I made my own choice. We will not be bound again."
The Architect chuckled. "Oh, but you have already lost. Look around you."
Orion turned. The stars flickered—some vanishing into nothingness, others twisting into distorted echoes of themselves.
Lyra gasped. "The universe is unraveling."
Seraphina's voice was a whisper of horror. "By breaking the paradox… we created something worse."
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Chapter 37: The Rift of Eternity
A tear in reality split the sky. From it, echoes of possible futures spilled forth—visions of a universe devoured by entropy, of endless void consuming existence itself.
The Architect smiled. "This is your doing. But there is still a way to fix it. Submit. Accept my will, and I shall restore the balance."
Orion stepped forward. "Never. We will find our own way."
The Architect's smile deepened. "Then watch as everything you love is erased."
A force unlike anything Orion had ever felt crashed into him. The stars screamed, the cosmos buckled.
And the real battle for fate began.
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The Architect has entered the game. The paradox is broken, but at what cost? Can Orion, Lyra, and Seraphina stop a being that controls fate itself? The adventure takes a darker turn from here…