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"No, it's for me." The staff froze in disbelief. Kayla ended up selecting a plot with great sun exposure. The winters in Amethyst City were brutal, and she didn't want to be stuck shivering underground when she was gone.

Everywhere is going blank, only to be awakened to a strange place. I struggled to adjust my vision. The room turned and blurred, leaving me to groan in pain, as my head throbbed. Nothing about the turning and blurred place was familiar. So I began shaking my head aggressively, clenching and unclenching my eyes to force my vision to at least concentrate. “W-where am I?” “You're awake. Oh dear, I thought it hurt you. Anyways, I ordered your favorite, pizza and grape juice, my fridge is technically stuffed with it, but it is for a good cause, you like them, it satisfies you, and you stay with me.”

In the end, the traitor fled once more into darkness, leaving only echoes behind. As the pack stepped through the portal, the world twisted and folded. Shadows and flickering light replaced sky and ground. Eira’s voice echoed in their minds. “Welcome to the Void.” Lyra’s breath caught. The true battle was only beginning.

The air felt charged, like the moments before a storm splits the sky. Cael’s chamber door opened before I knocked. He stood there already awake, silver eyes assessing me calmly. “You’ve seen something,” he said. “Yes.” I stepped inside without invitation. “Playtime is over,” I told him. “Whatever restraint you’ve been operating under, it ends now.” A flicker of something unreadable crossed his face. Not offense. Not surprise. Resolve. “I have entered the void,” Cael said. “More than once. I can reach her,” he continued, voice steady. “But only briefly. The void does not yield easily. It is not a place one conquers. It is a place one survives.”

“Strong things break more spectacularly. Let her enjoy her moment. The game has just begun. And The Void always plays to win.” TO BE CONTINUED..

**Chapter 89 – First Blood in the Void **March 15, 2031 – Celestial Court Void Perimeter** The void is colder than any storm I’ve ever ridden. Vacuum doesn’t roar—it swallows. Everything goes silent the moment we cross the perimeter wards. No wind. No thunder. Only the low hum of the **Blood Wizard System** in my HUD, pulsing steady like a second heartbeat. *Void Environment Detected – Oxygen Reserve: four Hours* *Party Buff Active: Court Unbreakable (twenty-five percent All Stats, forty percent Void Resistance)*

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.

“It’s… I don’t know how to describe… it’s nothing. It’s nothing and it’s here.” We reached the square in seconds. In the center, where pack members had been gathering for evening meal, was an absence. Not a hole or a void in the normal sense. More like reality had forgotten that space existed. Looking at it made my eyes hurt, made my brain try to skip over the area entirely. And within that absence, something moved. The Voidborn. Three guards stood too close, weapons raised but uncertain what they were facing. The Voidborn reached out… not with a hand, but with an extension of its non-presence. It touched the first guard.

"We made a mistake. The Void... it’s not empty. It’s hungry." The radio hissed with the sound of cosmic radiation and atmospheric interference. There was no violet pulse, no empathetic warmth. There was only the sound of the old world: cold, mechanical, and utterly indifferent to his plea.

"The Error has... stabilized." ​"I have a name," I said, leaning closer until my reflection in the glass overlapped with its pale face. "And the only thing that's stable here is your status as a prisoner. You tried to turn my world into a lifeboat. Now, you’re going to tell us where you were planning to sail it." ​The Surgeon’s head tilted with a jerky, bird-like motion. "The Void... is not a place. It is a... consumption. The entropy... the Silence... it is coming for this sector. We were not... saving ourselves. We were... preserving the... Suture."