Nagase didn’t need to look at him to know.

The Unseen carried Inariel’s wound openly—no modesty, no restraint. It leaked outward in vermillion threads, staining the liminal fabric between them. Pain here wasn’t private. It was communicable. Resonant. She felt it brush against her like heat from a ...

The crossing of realms came with a price.

And that price was pain refined into knowledge .

Pain did not vanish between the realms—it was curated, rendered down until only its utility remained. Every fragment stripped away became something sharper, something that cut deeper because it understood ...

The wind never reaches Veacrutia’s western shelf the way it should.

It breaks instead—splintering across stone ribs that rise like the vertebrae of a dead god, each one carved smooth by centuries of unseen pressure. Below them lies the Gloam Expanse , a basin of pale glass-sand and black water ...

The Boundary was more than a library — it was the beating heart of Acrix Solara, the Hellgate stronghold and capital city. Its halls stretched endlessly, a labyrinth of tomes and tablets chronicling ages of triumph and ruin. Here, within these walls, time held its breath. The Boundary was a ...

Nagase expected resistance. Aerys’s jaw had tightened earlier, his pride bristling even in silence, and Vivi… Vivi never took kindly to being ordered, no matter how gently the words were wrapped. So when the chamber remained still—no sharp rebuttals, no brittle laughter—she almost didn’t trust it ...

The air still trembled from Inariel’s words when she finally exhaled. For a moment, Nagase didn’t trust her voice—didn’t trust herself. She hadn’t expected anyone to speak for her. Especially not him.

Her eyes lingered on Inariel, that strange mirror of light and shadow. She had learned not to ...

Prisma:“I want a second chance. I wanna see where I went wrong. Now that the cursed flame doesn’t live inside me, I see the world so differently.”

Her voice wasn’t desperate—it was hollow. Worn thin. Like she'd said this too many times in too many echoes of this same nightmare.

“I’ve seen your ...

Nagase: “Bullshit.”

The word cracked like lightning between them—sharp, dismissive, real. Nagase’s voice steadied, grounded not in disbelief, but conviction.

Nagase:“I know myself. Even as a Horseman... we can’t kill him. Neither the forest nor Vescrutia would allow such a thing. And Mother ...

Nagase:“I…can kill him? That’s impossible! YOU killed him. YOU became a Horseman…not me.”

The prismatic warrior stood with that unnatural stillness again, like light trapped in glass—eyes dimmed of their earlier shimmer, now half-lidded, absent of any trembling water or regret.

Prisma: “…Yes, it ...

Nagase: "Help me?! Just a moment ago you were ignoring me and sought to abandon me without so much as a whisper."

She halted—her voice edged, yet soft. The silence that followed wasn’t empty. It was questioning.

Nagase: "Come to think of it… how did I bring you back here?"

The woman in the broken ...