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she looked at me, panicking as though I gave her a death sentence. “Closing her case will not affect your business in any manner, or my investments. I want you to concentrate on finding the mouse who created a blind-spot in my omniscient sight of the Prime pack.” Nesryn frowned. “Blind-spots in o-omniscient sight? Infernals can’t block your sight and Celestials can’t enter the underworld without losing their celestial wolf spirits. So how is this mouse creating blind-spots in your sight? This is the first time,” Nesryn said thoughtfully.

My Guards assure me he's still there, which means at least that he's not escaping. I can't shake the uneasy feeling though. It's completely drained me. “I'm going to see a Gaze Reader,” I mutter of a spoon of cereal. Gaze Readers are magical beings from the Devotion Pack. They have the ability to look into your eyes and see what you have seen, and what you will. I need to know if what I've been seeing is real, or just a fabrication in my mind. “I suppose that's an option,” Cal mused, giving me an immediate feeling that he's not fully opposed to the idea, however, seems speculative.

The Reader stumbled backward. Their faceless hood twisted violently, body bending in impossible angles. “You’re not supposed to hesitate!” they gasped. Liora clutched the book to her chest. “Then maybe this isn’t the final chapter.” “You can’t stop what’s been written,” the Reader hissed. “You can’t outrun the ending!” The floor cracked beneath them, Not ground, But text, Pages of her life peeling apart like skin, And rising from between them, Was a figure made entirely of titles. No face, No features.

***"Kaima did not know that the 'Eraser' was just the 'Opening Scene'..." I realized then that the Reader wasn't just writing the world. The Reader was **reading** me. My thoughts, my resistance, my anger—it was all being turned into "Content." The more I fought, the more interesting the story became. The more interesting the story became, the longer the Reader would stay. To win, I didn't have to fight. I had to be **boring**. --- ### The Protest of Stillness

Not of worlds. Not of stories. A map of people. Countless tiny lights filled its pages. Each light represented an Author somewhere across existence. One by one... those lights began disappearing. The First Reader whispered, "Someone is hunting the Authors." The little girl pointed toward the center of the map. One light burned brighter than all the others. Unlike the rest... it wasn't fading. It was growing. A single word slowly appeared beside it. ELIAS At that exact moment... the Last Editor's black pen shattered completely.

He remembered the beginning. He remembered the Father Beyond. He remembered the First Life. He remembered the Observer. He remembered the Reader. And he remembered something even older. “The Audience isn’t outside the story.” Everyone became silent. “What do you mean?” Eden looked at the sky. “They’re characters too.” Sophia stared. “What?” “Every person watching a story becomes part of it.” Aria’s expression changed. “That’s impossible.” Eden shook his head. “That’s why they are afraid.” He pointed upward.

“Do you believe me when I say this is what we’ve been searching for?” He sighed. There was much conviction in his countenance, but he wasn’t fully convinced. “We can’t put all our trust in this. For all we know, the writer had a very vivid imagination.” “Yes, sure. He or she can also choose who their readers will be.” I pointed it out in a sarcastic tone. “You’re right, and we will have to examine the book and speak to the wise one.” He rose from the desk he’d been leaning on since I began reading the first book.

A pause. “You’re looking in the wrong direction.” “Who the hell are you?!” I bellowed. The scent… the presence… it was everywhere. It coiled like smoke around my mind. I couldn’t lock onto him—couldn’t sense him. “What the fuck is this creep?” Scott barked, spinning like a madman. “I can feel him. I can feel him everywhere!” “This is Omniscient,” Sylvia said, her voice oddly calm. “I’ve read about it. A rare skill… the user creates a mental realm and drags others inside. It can be physical, spiritual—or mental. We’re inside his constructed space.”

"What line am I supposed to say here? Should I say… Yes? Or no?" Theodore's brow seemed to raise slightly as he snapped his fingers. Two men in black suddenly walked out from the corner. They then stuffed the man on the floor into a sack and carried him out. While they were doing that, I walked around the room, looking for cameras. Unfortunately, I found nothing. I quickly figured everything out. They must be using pinhole cameras! After the man was carried out, the door closed again. Theodore sat down in a chair not far away. He asked, "Your name."

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