Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn
But my real hand, wrapped around the pen, felt more solid than it had in a long time.
We stepped back through the doorway together.
The fusion scene dissolved around us.
The hall surged back into focus: endless arches, humming walls, and labels glowing.
The TRAGIC AUTHOR ENDING door dimmed a notch, like it had lost some of its appeal now that I’d seen it for what it was.
I exhaled.
“Okay,” I said. “Standard ending: nothing. Tragic ending: everything, forever, until I stop being a person. Neither is acceptable.”
“Which means we’re already outside the script it prefers,” Corvin said.