Lord of Mysteries: The Dream That Waits

The shift in reality was imperceptible to most.

But not to Klein.

And certainly not to those who could read the threads of fate.

Far beyond the physical world, in a place where time did not flow as mortals understood it, an ancient gaze turned.

A Will That Should Not Be had noticed.

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The Seers Stir

Somewhere, in the grand halls of the Church of Evernight, a certain Sequence 4 Seer awoke with a jolt.

Cold sweat clung to their skin as they gasped for breath, their divinations shattering before they could fully form.

"Impossible."

Their voice trembled.

They were no stranger to failed prophecies—the Fool's existence alone had made divination an unstable art.

But this—

This was different.

It was not that they could not see the future.

It was that the future itself had stopped following rules.

Somewhere, something had happened.

And the world was no longer bound to its previous story.

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A Clockwork God Hesitates

In the distant, cold halls of the City of Machinery, the Eternal Blazing Sun pulsed once.

A brief flicker in the mechanical rhythm of its divine thoughts.

It was minor. Insignificant, by the calculations of a god.

And yet—

For the first time in eons, the great gears of fate slipped.

The Perfect Machinery of the Sun's domain had detected a variable.

A disturbance so minute, so precise, that it defied even the Sun's absolute will.

Somewhere, the system had been rewritten.

And a story was being told outside its calculations.

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The Red Priest's Smile

A deep, knowing chuckle echoed through a battlefield drenched in blood.

The flames of war flickered, and an unseen force played with the threads of conflict.

The Red Priest did not divine fate the way Seers did.

They did not calculate possibilities like the Eternal Blazing Sun.

But they felt it.

The shift in momentum.

The change in the tide of war.

A new player had entered the game.

And they were neither pawn nor king.

They were something undefined.

"Ah," the Red Priest murmured, licking their lips. "That should be fun."

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In the Fool's Kingdom

Back in the real world, Klein exhaled.

The book was gone. The library remained unchanged.

But he knew—they had done something irreversible.

Yeaia stretched lazily, as if they had simply finished a mundane chore.

"Well, that was dramatic," they mused, brushing red-highlighted strands of hair from their face.

Klein glanced at them. "You felt it too, didn't you?"

Yeaia's mismatched eyes gleamed.

"Oh, of course."

They turned, tilting their head as if listening to something far away.

"Whatever happens next," they murmured, "it won't be written in any prophecy."

A pause.

Then they grinned.

"And that means it's going to be fun."

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The World Watches

Far beyond the mortal realm, where even Outer Deities tread cautiously—

A certain hidden force observed.

Silent. Waiting.

The ink had dried.

The page had turned.

And for the first time in history—

Fate had nothing to say.

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End of Chapter 26

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