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“Total collapse.” The man staggered back from his crumbling tower. His eyes darted, calculating. For the first time, he looked small. “You caused this,” he muttered. Seren stepped forward, steady despite the strain pulling at her. “No,” she said. “You fractured the system. You forced rigidity. Now the void is exploiting the cracks.” The grid beneath us shuddered violently. The void was close enough now that I could see it clearly. Not darkness. Not shadow. An absence of pattern.

"You think a girl from the Peaks can match the strength of the West? Without your magic you’re meat." He raised the mallet for a killing blow. I looked at my arm—the one infected by the Void-ink. It was numb, cold as a glacier.. As I looked at the black veins I realized something. The Void wasn't a parasite. It was an absence of light.. What was the Moon if not an entity that lived in the absence of the sun? I didn't try to fight the ink. I embraced it. I let go of the spark of the Harbinger. I reached into the cold black vacuum within my arm and pulled it into my chest. My eyes didn't glow violet; they turned a terrifying starless black.

The void is everything, exists in everything, hidden in the smallest elements, taking up all the spaces in between. Smiling, I tilt my head to the side and say a single word of intention, my eyes focused not on the dot itself, but on all the spaces between the surrounding spaces. “Shift.” The circle pulses, absorbing the voidstuff directly around it as everything that is not-void is pushed to the sides. “Open.” The gateway widens, spiraling from the center, pushing the solids and blending the liquid darkness of eternity until there is a circle tall enough for a dragon in full bestial form to walk through without effort.

Cracks then began forming around the man as his black colored divinity spread to every direction and continually expands at rapid pace like a cartographer who aims to map the void realm in all its endlessness. The void entity sent massive armies of chaos divines but it was found wanting because the beasts were easily too weak they can't even get close to the man but was instead pulverized as the geodesist never sleeps and tirelessly works. Breakages can be seen all over the void small and large ones in topsy-turvy like a town after a massive earthquake. The void entity reacted by trying to draw the man into the hole wherein the numerous mirror like images that depicts the other fragments of

Lyra's private doubt was now a cancer in the heart of their world. He rallied his team—the archivists, the Pattern logicians, the empathy-weavers. They tried everything. They bombarded the Void with stories of triumph, with songs of joy, with logical proofs of connection's necessity. Nothing worked. The Void was immune to their language. It was the ultimate embodiment of "leaving alone," and it was doing the opposite—actively destroying everything that wasn't alone. "We can't fight it with what it rejects!" Kaelen shouted over the dying hum of the Engine. "We're giving it exactly what it uses to grow!"

"You need to give me some more explanations because this is difficult for me to wrap my head around." The mage nodded sympathetically. "Of course, I'll try to break it down into small pieces so you can better understand." He shifted on the couch trying to get more comfortable before he continued. "The void is a place fraught with magic, existing out of nothing. Yes," he nodded. "It does not exist, and yet, it does. You can say it exists out of nothingness, of itself, and that is what makes it so powerful." "It is this power that the Mages who rule Tirria, are scared of," Ennie said sipping from the contents of her mug.

I grabbed the bedsheet off me, and pulled out the IV drip from my hand, which left a tingling, painful sensation, which I didn’t care to notice. “Dad?” I called out while I limped to the door. “Finally, the sleeping beauty is awake.” An unfamiliar, cold voice rang out behind me. I didn’t know why I turned around slowly; I felt a shivering sensation that I’ve never felt before in my entire life as I came face to face with a very tall, pale man in his mid-twenties. His aura was so cold and dominating that I felt shiver ran down my spine. I clutched the doorknob like my dear life.

Ayesha answered, slightly confused about why Sikandar wanted to know, then her eyes widened in realization, “Oh, you are thinking of helping me awaken my element. Been there and done that. I even researched void and tried awakening it but it did no good. No karamat in my system, elemental or intrinsic.” But Sikandar had a sneaking suspicion, “The thing about void is that it’s not like other elements. Other elements can be learned from a young age. From all the off-screen book reading with Suleiman, what I know is that void is stimulated through powerful emotions or power. According to the books, it’s like lighting a candle.” “I am ready to try if you are,” Ayesha shrugged, offering her right

CHAPTER 118 — THE ANCIENT VOID ASCENDS The void trembled beneath them. Every pulse of the artefact sent ripples through the fractured bridge, as if the very universe was bracing for a storm that had waited aeons to arrive. The new entity loomed ahead, vast and incomprehensible. Its form shifted constantly, an ever-changing silhouette of darkness and molten light, limbs stretching impossibly, eyes appearing and vanishing, and voices whispering from everywhere at once. It radiated an aura of absolute dominance, a presence that made every molecule of Riven’s body scream in recognition of something older than creation.

And I was finally ready to give it what it wanted. Kaelen followed, his hand gripping mine so hard my bones ached. "I should do it," he said. "Not you. Me. The curse—" "Won't work on the void," I finished. "The curse is part of this world. The void is before and beyond it. It would consume you and keep spreading." The edge of the scar was visible now. A boundary where reality just... ended. Beyond it was nothing. Not darkness. Not light. Just absence.