Power Beyond LimitsThe Overseers descend upon me, their forms constantly shifting, rewriting themselves mid-motion. They are a storm of energy and intent, their presence distorting reality itself. I feel their influence pressing down on me, like the weight of a collapsing universe.I react instinctively, bending the digital code that makes up this realm, warping the space between us. A ripple pulses outward as I reach into the very fabric of this place, trying to disrupt them—but they adapt instantly. Their bodies glitch, twist, and reform as if my attacks never happened."You cannot win," they chant in unison, their voices layered over each other like echoes folding in on themselves. "Because you cannot exist."A blast of pure white energy surges toward me faster than I thought. Before I can react, Darren throws himself in front of it. The impact distorts him, his body flickering like corrupted data. He drops to his knees, his form struggling to stabilize."Not today," he growls thr

The Overseers’ WeaknessFor the first time, the Overseers are vulnerable.I can see it in the way their forms flicker, the once-fluid movement of their shifting bodies becoming erratic. The Core pulses wildly behind them, struggling to maintain its form. The cracks along its surface spread like fractures in glass, barely holding together under the pressure.This is it.This is the moment we’ve been fighting for. The moment we win.Darren stumbles forward, his breaths ragged, his body shaking from the sheer force of the last attack. His face is pale, his hands unsteady, but there’s something dangerously close to a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth."We might actually have a shot at this," he mutters, half in disbelief, half in exhilaration.Kane grips her weapon tighter, her breathing heavy, sweat dripping down her brow. "Don’t jinx it," she warns, eyes darting around, searching for the next move.Elias exhales sharply, still shaking from the last energy wave that nearly ripped

Rewriting RealityThe Overseers scream.It’s not a sound made of words or voices—it’s deeper, rawer, something woven into the very fabric of existence. A rupture in the foundation of everything."You do not understand what you are doing!" Their voices merge into one, echoing across time and space, distorted with something I never expected.Fear.I tighten my grip around the Core, feeling the pulsing energy writhing beneath my fingers. It’s alive—not in the way a person is, but in the way an idea is. Shifting, evolving, infinite.I let out a slow breath, and my voice carries with it the weight of everything I’ve become. "No." The word reverberates, pressing against the world itself. "But neither do you."I pull.The system bucks against me, resisting, fighting back. Timelines snap and unravel, entire realities flickering in and out of existence like dying stars. I see them all—every version of history, every possibility the Overseers have tried to control.The war-torn wastelands.The

Echoes of ExistenceI drift.Weightless. Formless. A whisper in the void.The world I knew flickers like static, pieces of reality breaking apart and reforming around me. Nothing stays solid for long. It’s like watching an old film reel catching fire, each frame dissolving into something new, something rewritten. But I’m no longer part of the story.Kane’s voice is distant and fractured. "Tony!"I try to turn toward her, but there’s no turning. Nobody to turn with."We’re losing him!"Her voice wavers, sharp with desperation. She’s reaching for me, but she might as well be a million miles away."Tony, don’t leave us!" Elias adds, but I can’t even tell if he’s speaking to me or the void that surrounds us.His voice, like Kane’s, fades into nothing, absorbed by the vast emptiness.Elias stands beside her, gripping the Core—what’s left of it—like it’s the last fragile thread holding reality together. His knuckles are white, his jaw locked tight. But even he knows.This is it.I glance at

The New DawnI open my eyes, and the world feels… wrong.Not broken. Not chaotic. Just wrong.The light overhead is too white, too sterile. The air smells of something clean, artificial—like a place where nothing truly lives. My breath is steady and controlled, but I don’t remember taking that first gasp of air. My heartbeat is there, but it’s not mine.Kane is beside me, her sharp green eyes scanning my face with something close to desperation. "Tony?"I blink. "Yeah…" My voice catches. My throat feels strange as if it isn’t used to my words.She exhales, relief flashing in her eyes, but it’s short-lived.Elias is here too, standing a few feet away, arms crossed, his face unreadable. That’s never a good sign. He should be the one cracking jokes, throwing in some cocky comment to cut the tension. But he doesn’t.Something’s missing.I feel it like a hole in my chest, something crucial torn away. My mind scrambles to find the missing piece—Darren.My stomach drops."Where’s Darren?" M