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
The sound of glass breaking echoed through the halls, followed by a string of creative curses that would've made even House Vex blush.Orion peered around the corner. To find Seraphina surrounded by shattered remnants of what used to be test tubes. Her usually pristine lab coat was splattered with something that glowed. An alarming shade of purple."Don't," she warned without looking up. "Don't even start.""I wasn't going to say anything," he said, failing to hide his grin. "Though I have to ask – is the purple stuff supposed to be eating through the floor?"She glanced down, swore again, and grabbed a neutralizing agent from her belt. "This is what happens when you try to stabilize quantum fluctuations with outdated equipment." The purple substance fizzled and turned clear as she sprayed it. "The machine keeps changing the rules on us.""The machine, or the beast?" Orion leaned against the doorframe, careful to avoid the slowly spreading puddle."Both. Neither." She ran a hand throu
The morning air bit at Jared's face as his feet pounded against the pavement. Six kilometers down, one to go. His breath came out in small clouds, dispersing into the crisp Brno morning. Every stride felt heavier than usual. Running used to clear his head, but lately his thoughts kept circling back to how quiet things had gotten. No Orion to push around. No real satisfaction in watching other kids scatter when he walked down the halls.Thump. Thump. Thump.His running shoes hit the ground in a steady rhythm that felt wrong somehow. Like the sound wasn't quite matching up with his steps."Getting soft," he muttered to himself, rounding the corner where Old Man Filip's hot dog cart should've been waiting. The empty spot made him stumble to a halt.Filip's cart had been there every morning for the past two years. Rain or shine, the old man would wave as Jared ran past, sometimes calling out "Looking strong today!" in his thick Czech accent. Jared always pretended not to care, but that s