Kiss Me While The Pack Burns 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 90

The world finally breathed, for a very long time since the cracks had torn through existence, everywhere became calm.The Last Tree stood taller than ever before, countless new silver leaves are now found on the ancient branches. They gleamed with soft light, each one containing an unwritten possibility that would never again be forgotten.The Garden of Unwritten Stars had been born.For heavy silence fell, as all eyes slowly looked up to the sky.After years of dormancy, the witnesses flared to life, glowing brighter than they had in life.The Dreamers smiled through tears.The forgotten looked at each other, and for the first time in a long time, they felt hope instead of sorrow.Even the dead universes in the graveyard, beyond creation felt lighter, as if a long held breath had been released.Nova remained under the Last Tree, looking at her both hands as the silver light surrounding her faded slowly The countless stories that had rushed into her soul no longer felt like a crushin

The universe forgot how to breathe, not because of a war, not because of a cosmic catastrophe, not even because reality was collapsing.But because of the words."I am your father."Silence spreads through existence.The Last Tree became still, the Garden of Unwritten Stars stopped rustling, the Eternal Kingdom stood motionless.Even the bells beyond creation ceased ringing.Nova stared.Her mind refused to process what she had heard.Father?The word felt impossible and wrong, yet something inside her reacted, not fear, not rejection….recognition.A faint pull deep within her soul, the kind of feeling one experiences when hearing a forgotten song, the kind of feeling that hurts because it feels familiar.Ashar stood quietly.He made no attempt to approach, no attempt to explain, he simply waited.The same way someone might wait for a storm to pass, the same way someone who had spent eternity waiting had learned patience.The First Memory looked devastated, not angry, not frightened b

The universe held its breath.Nova stood beneath the Last Tree as countless silver leaves swirled around her.The Garden of Unwritten Stars blazed brighter than ever before.The stories were singing, not with words, not with voices but with existence itself.Every memory, every dream, every possibility and every ending.They circled her like a living storm, across reality, everyone watched.The Seven, the Witnesses, the Dreamers, the Forgotten and the citizens of the Eternal Kingdom.Even Abaddon, no one moved, no one spoke because something unprecedented was happening, something that had never happened before.The stories were choosing, not a keeper, not a guardian, a champion.The red eyes of Oblivion stared directly at Nova.Hungry, patient and ancient.The crimson hand continued forcing its way through reality.Every second, the crack widened, every second, existence weakened.Leaves continued vanishing from the Last Tree.Entire histories disappeared, entire civilizations faded.

The universe waited.Beneath the endless branches of the Last Tree, silver leaves drifted through the air like falling stars. The Garden of Unwritten Stars glowed softly beyond the roots, while the doorway where completed stories rested shone with warm golden light.The First Memory stood at its threshold.The time had come, yet no one was ready.Not Ashar, not Abaddon, not the Seven and certainly not Nova.Nova stood frozen beneath the Tree, tears burning in her eyes. Every instinct screamed at her to stop this. To find another way.There was always another way.Wasn't there?The stories had taught her that.The First Memory smiled gently, as though she already knew what Nova was thinking."You are searching for a miracle."Nova clenched her fists."There has to be one."The woman laughed softly."There always is."Hope flickered inside Nova.Then the First Memory added:"But not every miracle changes the ending."Silence followed.The words struck harder than any weapon, because Nov

The heartbeat echoed again.Slowly,Powerful and ancient.The sound rolled across creation like distant thunder.Every silver leaf on the Last Tree shimmered, every star within the Garden of Unwritten Stars brightened and the glowing path stretching beyond reality became clearer.Nova stared into the darkness, something was calling her.Not with words, not with power, with familiarity.The feeling settled deep inside her chest, like a forgotten memory struggling to awaken, like a promise waiting to be fulfilled.Behind her, the Seven watched in silence, Ashar stood nearby.The grief in his eyes remained, but something else had appeared now.“Curiosity and hope”.Abaddon looked toward the distant path with an expression Nova had never seen before.“Uncertainty”.The ancient being who had spent eternity knowing every possibility suddenly looked unsure.The realization was strangely comforting."The path shouldn't exist."Abaddon's voice broke the silence.Nova turned toward him."What do