“You’re asking too many questions.”
Seraphina’s voice was sharp.
It parted the forest's stillness.
She said it without even looking at me. Her eyes were fixed on the horizon.
She was scanning for something I couldn’t see.
“Well, excuse me for trying to understand the place that’s constantly trying to kill me.” I shot back. Crossing my arms.
“Maybe if you’d explain things without me having to drag it out of you."
"I wouldn’t have to ask so many.”
She looked at me.
One eyebrow raised.
Like she was amused by my frustration.
“You think this is me *not* explaining things?”
I threw my hands up. “You’ve told me. Like.
“You hear that?” I asked.Only a whisper could be heard above me.Seraphina didn’t respond right away.Her head was tilted to the side.She squinted around. Focusing on the trees.The forest had gone quiet.*Too* quiet.Even the hum of energy that I had grown accustomed to was no longer as strong.The world itself was holding its breath.“Yeah.” She said finally. Her voice low.“We’re not alone.”I swallowed hard. Oh dear.“More system beasts?”“No." She said. Her voice trailed off."Something else.”That sounded worse than it should have.“Define ‘some
Pain shot through my leg as consciousness crept back. The world spun into focus one pixel at a time, like an old computer struggling to load."Stop moving," Seraphina's voice cut through the haze. "You'll tear the stitches."I blinked several times. We were in some kind of cabin. Wooden walls. A single window. Dust particles danced in the sunbeam that cut across my bed."How long was I out?""Six hours." She pressed a cold cloth to my forehead. "You were muttering about system updates in your sleep."That got my attention. The memory of the fight rushed back – the glowing sword, the explosion of power, the mysterious upgrade."Where'd you find this place?""Safe house. One of many." She sat on a rickety chair beside the bed. "Now tell me what happened back there."I tried to sit up. Bad idea. "Help me first?"
I counted the people following me through Brno's cobblestone streets. Three of them. No, four.Amateur hour.I ducked into a small café, ordering coffee I didn't want.The place was empty. Except for an old man reading a newspaper."Rough morning?" the barista asked in Czech."You could say that." I smiled, replying in the same language.My followers scattered outside, trying to look casual. They were good. But not good enough.I sat by the window, watching their reflections in the glass. Two pretending to window shop. One checking his phone. The fourth—"Mind if I join you?"I nearly jumped. Marcus stood beside my table, coffee in hand."Those are your people outside?" I asked.He sat down without waiting for an invitation. "Insurance. Nothing personal.""Four seems excessive.""Six, actually." He smiled. "You missed two."I took a sip of coffee to hide my surprise. "What do you want, Marcus?""Direct. I like that." He leaned back, studying me. "How's the leg healing?"My hand tighte
The first seizure hit at 3 AM. My power went haywire, reality fracturing into a thousand different moments all at once.I saw myself die seventeen different ways in the span of a second.When it passed, I found myself curled up on the bathroom floor of my cheap hotel room. Blood dripped from my nose. The percentage in my vision read *52%*.My hands shook as I dialed Marcus's number."That was faster than I expected," he answered on the first ring."It's getting worse.""Where are you?""Hotel Avion. Room 412.""Stay there." He paused. "And Orion? Don't use your power. Not even a little."He hung up. I dragged myself to the bed, fighting another wave of nausea.Fifteen minutes later, someone knocked. Not the door – the window.I opened it to find Marc
The spiral staircase creaked with each step. Our footsteps echoed off stone walls that looked older than civilization."Please tell me there's a bottom to these stairs," I said."Technically, yes." Marcus's voice floated up from below. "Practically? We haven't found it.""What do you mean haven't found it?""The stairs keep going," Elena said behind me. "We stopped exploring at level seven.""Which level are we going to?""Three. That's where the machine is."My percentage flickered. *54.3%*The air got colder as we descended. Older somehow. Like breathing in history."Found this place by accident," Marcus said. "1897. A Habsburg duke's wine cellar collapsed, revealed the first level.""And nobody noticed a massive underground complex before that?""Oh, th
"Whatever you do," Seraphina said, adjusting my collar, "don't mention the war with House Vex.""There was a war?""Three, actually. The last one ended Tuesday."We stood before a shimmering portal in her apartment. My percentage read *60.1%*"Any other family secrets I should know about?""Just the usual." She counted on her fingers. "Don't stare at Uncle Dominic's third eye. Don't ask why the portraits move. And whatever you do, don't eat the blue fruit.""Why not?""Because it's not fruit." She grinned. "Ready?"I wasn't. But I stepped through anyway.The portal spat us out onto marble steps. I stumbled. Seraphina landed gracefully."Welcome to House Lira."I looked up. And up. And up.The mansion defied physics. Towers spiraled imp
"The last time House Vex smiled like that," Seraphina said, yanking open a hidden door, "three realities collapsed and Tuesday became Friday.""That's bad?""Friday's were never meant to exist." She pulled me down spiral stairs. "They're an accident from the first war."The stairs descended into darkness. My percentage hummed. *62.3%*"What was the first war about?""What else? Power." Her laugh echoed wrong. "House Vex wanted to control the machine. House Lira said no. House Magnus chose sides.""Which side?""Both. That's why they don't exist anymore."The stairs ended at a metal door. Symbols crawled across its surface."The machine room's down here?""One of them." She pressed her hand to the door. "Each house has one. They're connected. Or were, before the split."
Reality crashed like a broken mirror, but I didn't.Everything else stopped existing. The house. The garden. Even Seraphina. But somehow, I stayed aware.My percentage felt wrong. Not higher or lower. Just... sideways. *64.θ%*In the nothing between realities, I wasn't alone.The beast floated there too. Not hunting anymore. Just... watching.It didn't look like geometry now. More like a thought having another thought."You're not what I expected," I said, though I didn't have a mouth to speak with.The beast's consciousness brushed against mine. Like static electricity, but made of memories.*Hunt/Protect/Test/Choose*The concepts hit me all at once. Images flooded my mind.I saw reality through its eyes. Not solid. Not fixed. A living thing, growing, changing, breaking, healing."You're not trying to kill me?"*Fix/Balance/Guard/Choose*More images. System beasts rising from reality's depths. Hunting broken things. Healing wounded spaces."Then why chase me?"*Different/Change/Evolv