Silence.
The First Origin was gone.
Not hidden.
Not erased.
Gone.
The space where she had stood felt impossibly empty.
As if reality itself was struggling to accept her absence.
Then the Observer moved.
The colossal eyes narrowed.
Darkness rippled across the corridor.
And for the first time since we encountered it—
the Observer looked unstable.
The realization sent a chill through me.
Ancient entities weren't supposed to look uncertain.
Yet uncertainty was exactly what I saw.
The words of the First Origin echoed in my mind.
The Observer lies.
The Observer's gaze snapped toward me.
Immediately.
Violently.
Like it knew what I was thinking.
Like it wanted those words buried.
Forgotten.
Destroyed.
The pressure returned.
Harder than before.
My knees almost buckled.
Ka
