For a heartbeat that stretched into an eternity, the world was a tableau of perfect, agonizing stasis. The Color-Eater, a walking void, bled the last hints of color from the air around it, its hollow gaze a physical weight. Silas, his grand design interrupted, clutched the thread of potential, his face a mask of furious recalculation. Maia stood poised, a low growl rumbling in her chest, every instinct focused on the tangible, advancing threat.And Kairi and I were lost in the chasm between us, a chasm now widened by his own hand.His journal felt heavier in my mind than the entire crushing weight of the canyon. "In her silence, a peace I have not known." The words were a virus, rewriting our entire history. Every moment of his distraction, every quiet conversation with Maia, every time his gaze had lingered on her—it was all cast in the stark, unforgiving light of that single sentence. The circlet was a lie, but the journal was a truth more devastating than any lie.The Color-Eater t
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