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Yachne said Khali was quiet for a moment. Yachne glanced at her, and she could read all her thoughts. Yachne only observed Khali's actions, and Rye has nothing to do with Yachne discovering Khali's power. This word is what Khali read into Yachne's mind. "Jesus, you're incredible!" suddenly said Yachne. "I'm so fond of supernatural human capabilities, and whoa, I couldn't believe it, you're one of them."

I straightened up in shock. That was a name I was familiar with. Every Alpha's daughter I'd ever met, all arranged by my father to potentially find my Luna, would sing their praises about the woman, their eyes glowing with adoration as they recounted the mystifying things this woman would say. But I was dumbfounded. Orenda Gorre—better known as the Omniscient Orenda Gorre—was a psychic. Just how was a psychic supposed to help us?

I asked. The mage smiled, nodding. "The chosen Omega has awakened, her wolf eager to challenge corrupt leaders." "How powerful is this Omega?" I inquired. The mage smirked. "She's as powerful as ten Alphas combined, with divine gifts to see visions and heal the sick." I was stunned. Such a powerful Omega existed, and I'd never heard of her? Emilia sighed deeply. "Can this Omega see gods and goddesses?" The mage nodded intently. "Give me your hand, Emilia."

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The roar became a voice, vast and cataclysmic: “Jessica, heart of the nexus, face the abyss and weave its end or its beginning.” A figure emerged, not a weaver or a shadow, but a paradox, its form a shifting mosaic of Jessica, her companions, her mother, Echo, and every weaver they’d faced, its eyes twin infinities that held both creation and nothingness. “I am Omnis,” it said, its voice a symphony of all existence, calm yet apocalyptic. “The Abyss Weaver. You hold the nexus, Jessica, but it is a spark in the abyss. Your hollowness is its flame. Weave reality’s end, or its rebirth, and pay the price.”

And it had a name that made Seraphina’s liquid-sapphire eyes turn a solid, terrified white. "The Reader," Kaelen whispered. The "Reader" didn't look at them with curiosity or greed. It looked at them with a look of pure, unadulterated "Participation." And from the air, a single, glowing "Command" appeared, written in a language that every soul in the North could understand.

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.

There was purpose in every motion, an unspoken readiness to act. Inside, he found Kaplan seated beside a woman of remarkable poise. Her silver hair framed a serene, commanding face, and the midnight-blue robes with silver embroidery marked her as someone far above the ordinary. Kaelan’s breath caught—he recognized her instantly. Padma Rukmini, Matriarch of the Moon Readers, a legend in both power and wisdom. He bowed his head deeply, a mixture of respect and awe stirring in him. “Kaplan, this is a true blessing—to be visited by the greatest Moon Reader of our time, Padma Rukmini.”

He looked at Nora, then at Elia, who was staring at the sensors in total disbelief. ​"Kael," Elia said, her voice trembling. "The Ink-Man... he didn't just leave. He left a Coordinates-Stamp in the ship’s log." ​Kael walked to the console. The coordinates didn't point to a star or a galaxy. They pointed to a location outside the known universe. ​A place called The Reader’s Eye. ​"He wasn't the Author," Kael whispered, the realization hitting him like a physical blow. "He was just a Proxy. The 'Eric Parsley' we saw was just a character he created to talk to us."