The Citadel of Origins shook violently.
Across the Sea of Threads, countless timelines flickered like candles in a storm.
Entire realities were beginning to fade.
The Curator stood before the First Thread, his expression calm despite the chaos surrounding him.
He truly believed he was saving existence.
That was what frightened Aria most.
Villains could be defeated.
Convictions were far harder.
The silver mark on her hand burned brightly.
Elyra's voice echoed within her mind.
"Find the fragments."
Aria closed her eyes.
Immediately, a vision appeared.
Not one fragment.
Not two.
Seven.
Seven luminous sparks scattered across the multiverse.
Seven surviving pieces of the Original Soul.
Each carrying part of what had once been whole.
The Curator possessed one.
Aria possessed
