LOGINAnd yet, even as the station’s destruction loomed, a strange calm settled over him. He clenched his fists, jaw tightened. If this was the end, he wouldn’t face it cowering.
As the station’s frame collapsed under the immense gravitational pull, Roy felt the first signs of his body succumbing to the black hole’s tidal forces. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced. His feet stretched initially, an unnatural pull that travelled up his legs, elongating him as though he were being unravelled.
Pain exploded throughout his body, sharp and unrelenting, as the spaghettification process began. The immense difference in gravitational force between his head and feet made every nerve scream in protest. It was as though he were being pulled apart molecule by molecule, each fragment of his being separated in slow, agonising detail.
Roy’s vision blurred as his mind struggled to comprehend what was happening. The concept of ‘himself’ began to dissolve, his thoughts fragmenting just as his body did. Memories from his lives, his first as a teenager who was about to enter university and his current one as an astronaut. Flashed in rapid succession, fragments of emotion and experience crashed against one another like waves in a storm.
He saw his mother’s face, her soft smile as she waved him off to school from behind his front door. He remembered Kieran’s kind words and his laugh, Ivan’s steady leadership, and his sister’s adorable yet mean stare as she said goodbye to him when he left for training. And then Mason’s cold betrayal, the push that sealed his fate.
Rage flared briefly, a desperate, primal emotion.
I wasn’t ready. I could have done more. Done better. I …
The thought dissolved as another wave of pain tore through him, scattering his consciousness further. He felt stretched thin, his sense of self unravelling as the black hole consumed him. Yet, amidst the chaos, a peculiar clarity began to emerge from deep within.
The black hole wasn’t just pulling him apart physically; it felt as though it was unravelling the very fabric of his being, forcing him to confront the essence of who he was. Memories he had buried deep, regrets he had ignored, and truths he didn't want to face all rose to the surface.
He remembered the witch, her piercing crimson eyes, the soft black veil she wore over her head that was slightly covering her silver hair, and the eerie smile she had given him as she granted him a gift. Her voice echoed faintly in his mind, a whisper threading through the chaos.
Roy could hear his own voice.
“You wanted to live. This is what it means to live. Facing every death, every failure and every regret.”
The words lingered as the last vestiges of his body were pulled into the singularity, his thoughts spinning into a vortex of light and darkness. Time seemed to stretch infinitely and collapse simultaneously. He felt as though he were falling forever and yet standing still.
As his consciousness fractured completely, a single thought emerged, clear and undeniable: This isn’t the end. Not yet, at least.
And then, everything stopped.
The pain, the stretching, the ripping – all of it vanished in an instant. Roy felt weightless, suspended in a void of absolute nothingness. Slowly, faint sensations returned: the warmth of his skin and the faint hum of distant sounds. His chest heaved, and he gasped for air as if surfacing from deep water.
When he opened his eyes to blink, he found himself in a new world, a new reality. The memories of the black hole’s torment lingered like a distant nightmare, like the previous one.
The escape became a blur of broken stone and silent breath.Kieran didn’t look back. Not once. He moved with Aleron’s weight over his shoulder, cutting through the twisting canyon paths with precision born of countless covert manoeuvres. Every step sent a jolt of pain through the bruises still fresh from yesterday’s match.But he didn’t slow.He didn’t ask Roy to heal him, as he didn’t want to forget. The pain of it all.Aleron’s breathing was shallow. The man was conscious, but barely; thin trails of blood ran down his coat, dark against the pale moonlight. He didn’t speak. He didn’t complain. He just held on.It wasn’t until they reached the charred ridge on the northern slope of the valley, a dead zone where prana signatures were distorted by old, buried ruins, that Kieran finally allowed himself to stop running. He set Aleron down against an old stone pillar and tapped the comm-sigil at his wrist. “Solenne, extraction point R-7. One carrier.”Her voice came back instantly, soft a
The next day passed slowly. Not because the lessons were boring or difficult, but simply because they didn’t really matter.Roy sat by the window, chin resting on his hand, watching the clouds drift across a pale blue sky. While Kieran sat next to him, outwardly listening to the teacher’s lecture on basic small angle approximation formulas… However, his eyes were unfocused, barely tracking the whiteboard pen on the board. Brock and Tanaka were asleep on the table.None of it reached them. For Kieran, after the kind of battle he’d tasted the day before. Everything felt muted, as if the world had lowered its volume and shifted into another room.Every so often, Roy’s finger tapped against the hardwood desk in a slow, irregular rhythm. Not impatience exactly, but awareness. There was always something waiting underneath normalcy, and both of them could feel it. Even if the rest of the class blissfully drifted in their own bubbles of ignorance.By the time the final bell rang, that quiet t
Kieran sat in the preparation tent, elbows resting on his restless knees, hands loosely clasped in front of him.Tanaka and Brock were just kicking around, wasting time until the match starts.His heartbeat was steady, neither calm nor agitated. Just ready.He wasn’t really a religious man; if he were given two options of believing that there is a god or not, he would choose to believe God exists.Since he thinks that for the universe to exist, it must have a creator. The Big Bang theory, a good theory mind you, just doesn’t make sense that something came from nothing, as 'nothing' is the absence of something.The thing is for Kieran that there are a lot of religions in this world: one where they believe gods are one and one is God and another where reality is God and we can pray to the many manifestations of them.It can get confusing at times, so he kind of made his own version. He only prayed in times when he really wanted something to happen, so he didn’t pray often. Rarely, in f
Kieran was already bored by the second period. His leg bouncing up and down. Classes dragged on. The clock felt like it moved in reverse. Every teacher sounded like they were mumbling through a fog, and all he could think about was the fact that, somewhere out there, a fight was waiting for him. One that he will remember forever, and it may be today.Tanaka had gotten a fun match; Roy had… well, he had a match. But Kiearn? Kieran was worried his opponent would end up being some random nobody who thought having a soul art automatically made them strong.By lunch, he was pressing his cheek against his hand while staring out the window, watching the clouds move faster than the hour hand on the classroom clock.When the final bell finally rang, it felt more like mercy than anything else.They regrouped at the station, all four of them, slumping down onto the benches as they waited for the train. “Are you nervous?” Tnaka asked with his mouth half full with a croissant he bought from the
Roy’s feet stayed rooted to the spot.The street was empty, with no trace of the woman who’d walked beside him. The only proof she’d been real was the strange lingering weighting in the air, like a melody he couldn’t hear anymore but still felt a deep connection to in his heartHe let out a slow breath. It came out visible in the cold, curling upward into the flickering amber light. For a moment, the breath didn’t just drift away; it hung there, thick and slow, neither falling nor rising, almost as if time wanted to keep it in place.The haze from earlier hadn’t returned, but the quiet was so complete it felt like it might press in on him.Might even crush him.At the edge of his hearing, if he could even call it that, there was a faint sound. Not a voice. Not of words. More like the memory of someone whispering his name, too far away to understand and too close to ignore.When he turned, there was nothing. Nothing but this eternal night.Roy shoved his hands into his pockets and wal
Dreams only go so far.That night, Roy drifted without much thought, just a blur of tired muscles and the faint ache in his knuckles. He could have just healed himself, but that would have just ruined the sense of accomplishment of working out in a while.When he opened his eyes. He was home. Or at least what looked like home.Everything was… right. People sat around a long table, plates steaming with food, voices humming like distant radio chatter. Everyone seemed to be happy. The air was warm and soft, like being tucked into bed by your parent.But their faces… They had nothing. Smooth, pale blurs where eyes and mouth should be. Roy somehow knew each of them. Their names sat on the tip of his tongue, yet if he tried to speak, they’d dissolve into static in his mind. It was one of those hazy dreams where you know you’re there and you know these people matter to you but understanding why… It feels like it was like water slipping through his fingers.Roy stood up slowly, his chair sc
Roy sipped from his cup and made a face. “Why do these people always do Mango dirty, and why is it kind of sour?” “Sour? This is the nectar of the gods.” Liam raised his own cup and had a sip. “Goddamn, this is sour.” Roy narrowed his eyes at the drink like it had insulted the fruit he liked most
He finished the ice cream cone. It was nice.The town centre had grown louder.Crowds surged like waves, full of tourists, merchants, and the usual scatter of kids playing together. The festival banners hung for the tournament. People really do take this seriously, huh? The air was thick with spic
A bright blue canopy on the corner of the square, with a small queue, the kind that shimmered like a summer sky. Underneath it, a stand.An ice cream stand.Roy stopped walking; he stared at it, thinking.The thing is Roy has always had a sweet tooth, but he hadn’t thought of it; he hadn’t craved i
In the quiet corner of the Nova in Veil hideout, the fire cracked low, casting soft shadows that danced across the stone walls. The room was modest with a plain wooden table, a few scattered cushions, and a blanket folded neatly in the corner. The air smelt of stew and burning wood.Ilya sat by the







