Screams echoed across the planet.
Not the kind born from fear alone—
but the kind forged from loss, from helplessness, from the moment reality itself gives up.
Vibe heard them all.
The cries of the residents as cities fell into chaos.
The trembling sob of her baby brother, his voice cracking as if the universe itself was breaking inside his chest.
The sound of death—raw, absolute, final—laughing at her weakness.
Each sound carved into her soul.
Each echo mocked her.
And slowly… every emotion she had ever known collapsed into something else.
Something colder.
Something sharper.
Something that no longer begged the world for mercy.
There—within a dark abyss where even time dared not flow—Vibe stood alone.
Or so she thought.
From the void before her, it emerged.
A figure identical to her—yet wrong.
Its body stretched unnaturally, movements fluid like corrupted soundwaves.
Its smile was wide, knowing, cruel.
It reached out a hand toward Vibe, fingers trembling with distorted resonance.
This was not emotion.
This was destiny, unveiled in its cruelest form.
The manifestation of her darkest dream.
The echo of everything she had tried to silence.
A name surfaced in her mind—etched not by thought, but by inevitability.
C'lli.
The shadow of sound.
The scream that never ended.
The disruption that awaited her the moment she chose to listen.
C'lli tilted its head, voice layered with a thousand broken frequencies.
"You tried to be harmony… but you were born as distortion."
Reality shuddered.
Far above, Haishi, the 12th Servant of the Demi-God of the Lost Realm, turned mid-drift. Her brows furrowed.
"Tch… what a nuisance."
She began to retreat, her divine form dissolving into higher space.
But then—
"Come back."
The whisper cut through dimensions.
Haishi froze.
Vibe's eyes ignited—no longer glowing, but burning, as if sound itself had caught fire. The space around her warped, vibrating violently, unable to stabilize.
"I'm not done," Vibe whispered again.
Her voice did not travel through air.
It traveled through existence.
To Vibe's left, something flickered into being.
A fractured interface—
letters tearing, reforming, glitching as if reality rejected its presence.
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— SYSTEM ERROR —
— FREQUENCY DESTABILIZED —
Congratulations.
You have achieved an irregular state.
FORM UNLOCKED:
DISRUPTION OF SOUND
The message shattered.
And so did the silence.
Vibe's body changed—not explosively, but inevitably.
Her presence became a living interference, her aura no longer flowing but corrupting rhythm itself. Sound bent around her, collapsing into voids, then erupting into violent resonance.
Her hair flowed like dark starlight fractured by static.
Her eyes—once innocent—now reflected endless oscillations of destruction.
This was not power drawn from emotion.
This was sound turned against creation.
DisRUPTION OF SOUND.
Where she stood, rhythm failed.
Heartbeat, thought, law—everything desynchronized.
C'lli smiled wider.
And for the first time, Vibe smiled back.
Not as a girl.
But as the scream the universe tried—and failed—to silence.
Static screamed across existence.
Letters tore themselves apart, reforming only to collapse again—
a system never meant to witness this trying desperately to intervene.
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— WARNING!!! —
— COGNITIVE OVERLOAD DETECTED —
You have achieved a new state of power.
This power exceeds safe parameters.
Continuing will result in:
• Sanity erosion
• Identity fracture
• Permanent resonance corruption
Would the user like to continue?
[ NO ]
[ YES ]
The void held its breath.
Vibe slowly raised her head.
Her eyes—no longer eyes, but burning frequencies—locked onto the flickering interface. There was no hesitation. No fear. No trembling.
Acceptance.
Not resignation—
choice.
The system glitched violently as her will pressed against it.
The cursor trembled.
Then—
YES.
The moment the command registered, reality screamed.
Haishi felt it.
Her body twisted mid-escape as she turned back, divine pupils widening. Space behind her warped into rippling waves—escape routes collapsing one after another like shattered mirrors.
"No—!"
Too late.
The Mystic Galaxies themselves recoiled, their light dimming as if afraid to witness what had been unleashed.
Before Haishi could move—
The demon stood before her.
Not traveled.
Not teleported.
Appeared.
Vibe—no, something wearing Vibe—stood inches away. Her presence distorted the concept of distance, her form wrapped in violent, silent resonance.
Haishi barely had time to raise her hand.
A single arm pierced forward.
No sound.
No resistance.
No mercy.
Vibe's hand passed cleanly through the Servant of the Demi-God—through divine flesh, through layered protections, through destiny itself—
and closed around her heart.
Haishi's eyes froze in shock.
"What… are you—"
Her body shattered into static, light unraveling into nothingness as if she had never existed.
The star beneath them reacted a second too late.
Its core destabilized.
Cracked.
Collapsed.
In absolute silence, the entire star ceased to be—not exploding, not scattering—
but erased.
Where a celestial body once burned, there was only void.
The system attempted one final response.
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— SYSTEM FAILURE —
— USER STATUS: UNKNOWN —
— ENTITY CLASSIFICATION: ANOMALY —
Designation updated.
NAME: VIBE
STATE: DISRUPTION OF SOUND
THREAT LEVEL: UNMEASURABLE
The interface dissolved.
And in the darkness left behind, Vibe stood alone—
sanity frayed, destiny rewritten, silence screaming at her feet.
This was no awakening.
This was the moment the universe learned
what it meant to be afraid of sound.