Chapter 15: The Echo That Shouldn't ExistOpening Lines
Even after a choice echoes through creation, not all echoes fade. Some become voices. Some… become rebellions.
Moments After the Throne Shattered
The quills had rained across existence.
People awoke with a new power: the ability to reshape fragments of reality through will and intent.
Aethros had vanished into the realm of the living, walking unknown cities and breathing mortal air — finally free.
Zeraphin watched over the shifting balance from the old boundary of Ethervault.
Elenai had become the Keeper of New Lore, guiding civilizations to write responsibly.
But in the forgotten corner of the cosmos — where dead gods whispered and broken timelines leaked — something stirred.
A voice.
Not an echo of the past.
But a contradiction.
The Forbidden Script
In the crypt of the First Library — a place that predated even the Originator — a lone Archivist walked.
Blind.
Nameless.
Burned by truths he had once tried to erase.
And yet, he still heard the hum.
"A story is being written... without approval."
He reached the Vault of Denied Realities and opened a forbidden script:
"Chapter -1: The Original Ending."
This chapter had never been penned.
It had only been imagined — by the First Lie itself.
"So… he rejected the Throne?" the Archivist whispered.
"Then perhaps… the Throne will reject him."
He dipped his finger in Unink — the ink of negation — and began writing.
Aethros in the Silent City
In a quiet mortal world — a city with no name, no sky, no stars — Aethros walked unnoticed.
He taught farmers how to rewrite soil.
He showed children how to shape dreams.
He smiled.
He rested.
Until one night, when a child brought him a scroll.
"Mister, this floated down from the sky… it has your name."
Aethros opened the scroll.
No ink.
Only a feeling — like his story being unwritten.
Like his choices… being reversed.
Suddenly, he felt a pull.
From beneath time.
From the space between his own pages.
A Fracture in Reality
Zeraphin, from the edge of Ethervault, gasped.
He felt the tremor ripple through the new narrative field.
"Something's altering what was already rewritten," he whispered.
Elenai's eyes turned glassy — as if someone was trying to edit her memories.
A force had emerged.
Not to conquer.
Not to kill.
But to overwrite the rewritten.
To reinstall the Original Ending — a reality where only one Author exists.
A New Antagonist Awakens
Deep within the unobservable sector of time, a being opened its eyes.
Not born of choice, nor of lie.
But of editorial rejection.
Clad in broken punctuation and tethered to the structure of rejected fate, it spoke a single line:
"Let the Revisions begin."
Its name:
Rhexon the Editor Eternal.
Its goal:
"Restore the story to its intended end:
One ruler.
One fate.
One voice."
Closing Lines
Aethros looked to the horizon — and for the first time since breaking the Throne…
…he saw a future not of freedom, but of enforced authorship.
And he whispered:
"So the story wants to be rewritten again?"
He raised his hand.
And the air bent.
"Then let's write war in the language of rebels."
End of Chapter 15
→ ARC TITLE: The Revision War Begins