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CHAPTER 116 — WHEN REALMS BLEED
The fracture did not sleep.
Kael knew that with a certainty that gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. The land beneath him, fractured and scarred from days of relentless battles, pulsed faintly—not with the chaotic, unpredictable thrums of old, but with a deliberate, intelligent rhythm. It was as if the earth itself had become aware of him, Shadowblades, Titanbound, and the lingering echoes of their work.
He pressed a hand to the cracked ground. Roots of Ironroot stirred beneath his fingertips, delicate yet insistent, probing the surrounding soil like cautious fingers seeking weak points in a wall. For hours he had attempted to stabilize sections of the fracture, to thread it carefully and sever its influence without letting it react. But now, the sensation he felt was alien. Not resistance. Not chaos. Something different, something… watching.
Shadowblades leaned close, her voice low and sharp, cutting the heavy silence. "Kael. I feel it too. The fracture isn't just adapting anymore—it's… reaching. It's looking beyond the land."
Kael's hollow symbol pulsed faintly at his chest, a warning he could not ignore. "It's testing boundaries," he said. "And it has found a weakness—somewhere between worlds."
Titanbound cracked his knuckles, molten energy rippling along his arms. "So? We've faced worse than weak spots. We punch through, we burn what we can't break."
Kael's eyes narrowed. "Titanbound, listen to me. This isn't a node. This isn't a patch of corruption. If we act without restraint… we risk ripping the very fabric of reality. Do you understand?"
Titanbound's molten glow dimmed slightly, his fists still flaring, but there was no mockery in his eyes this time. He understood, but he hated it. "Then what do we do?"
Kael's gaze swept over the fractured horizon. Faint threads of chaos spread in all directions, snaking beyond the valley, reaching distant forests, rivers, and mountains. "We observe. We prepare. And then… we adapt before it adapts to us."
The land trembled beneath them—not violently, but with a measured insistence. Shadowblades stiffened, scanning the horizon with eyes that had learned to catch the subtlest movements.
Kael extended his awareness deeper into the roots. He felt a resonance far beyond the valley, faint but undeniable. Something was answering the fracture's pulse. Not with chaos, but with deliberate presence.
The sky dimmed another shade, clouds writhing unnaturally as if responding to the subtle vibrations in the ground. Kael's hollow symbol flared sharply, signaling more than just strain—it was a warning.
"There," Kael whispered. He pointed to a thin, shimmering seam that stretched across the horizon. The air above it rippled, distorting the dim light. "A breach. Reality itself is yielding to the fracture."
Shadowblades' hand went to her blade. "A gateway?"
Kael shook his head slowly. "An overlap. Two worlds brushing against each other. The fracture has reached beyond this land—it's bleeding into others."
Titanbound's molten fists flared instinctively. "Then we hit it before it spreads. End of story."
Kael clenched his jaw. "Not with force. Not yet. If we push recklessly, the fracture will exploit it. We need precision."
The seam pulsed and widened imperceptibly. Then a figure appeared on the other side. Massive, armored, cloaked in unfamiliar energy. Its presence warped the air, not with chaos, but with weight, authority, and focus. Kael could sense it immediately—this was not an echo, not a corrupted node. This was a being aware of them, aware of the fracture, aware of the thin boundary between realities.
Shadowblades whispered, "It's not hostile… but it's watching."
The figure raised its hand in acknowledgment. Its voice carried across the valley, calm, deliberate. "This world bleeds. And its suffering echoes beyond its borders. I have come to observe… and intervene if necessary."
Kael's hollow symbol pulsed rapidly, roots recoiling slightly beneath the earth. He had felt many presences in his time, but this one was different. Structured, disciplined, powerful—but measured. Unlike the fracture, it acted with intention.
Titanbound's molten fists glowed brighter. "It's not corrupted. Good. But it'd better not try anything funny."
The figure's gaze shifted to Kael. "You are Ironroot," it said. "And this land depends on your strength. If you fall, the fracture will not only consume it—it will bleed into all connected worlds."
Kael felt a chill creep along his spine. "You've seen the fractures," he said cautiously. "You know the nodes, the echoes?"
The figure nodded. "I have. And I know that brute force alone will not stop what is coming. Restraint and precision are required. But even that may not be enough."
Shadowblades' hand lingered on her blade. "Then why come here? Why not let it burn?"
"Because," the figure said slowly, "I have allies in other realms. And if the fracture spreads unchecked, it will consume us all. We cannot allow one world's pain to become the collapse of many."
Kael's chest tightened. He had suspected the fracture's reach was more than local—but this confirmed it. Worlds beyond their own were beginning to feel its presence. Threads of chaos were bleeding through the seams of reality, and they were attracting attention—not just dangerous attention, but interested attention.
Titanbound growled. "Then we finish what we started here, and we prepare for what comes next."
Kael nodded, the hollow symbol glowing steadily. He pressed his palm into the cracked ground, sending roots deep into the fractured earth. Ironroot pulsed in response, flowing through the valley with careful precision, reinforcing weakened seams, and stabilizing the edges of the breach.
Shadowblades moved beside him, slicing through unstable shadow tendrils, her movements unpredictable and sharp. Titanbound planted his fists, compressing molten energy, redirecting tremors and shockwaves to keep the fracture contained without triggering it.
Hours passed. The sun, when it tried to rise, was swallowed by clouds thick with ash. Every step, every motion required calculation. Every pulse of energy had to be deliberate. Even one misstep could widen the fracture, could force the breach open, could invite disaster from the other side.
Finally, Kael took a step back and surveyed the valley. The breach was still present, faintly shimmering at the edge of perception, but it had been stabilized—for now. The fracture's reach remained, but it had been restrained.
The armored figure watched silently. "You have done well," it said. "But this is only the beginning. Others will come—some to help, some to challenge you, some to exploit what they do not understand."
Shadowblades muttered, "And the fracture?"
"It will adapt," Kael said quietly. "It always does. But we will be ready. Every node, every echo, every thread… we sever them carefully. We weaken it. We survive."
Titanbound let out a low growl. "Then we move. The next cluster awaits, and we do not stop until this world—and all connected worlds—are safe."
Kael's eyes darkened. "The fracture has bled into other realms. Soon, its reach will extend beyond this valley, beyond our comprehension. And when that happens, the real battle begins."
The armored figure nodded. "Then you are not alone. Others like me will come. But the fracture will not wait. Time is your enemy."
Kael's hollow symbol pulsed sharply. He looked to Shadowblades, to Titanbound, and back to the distant shimmering breach. "Then we prepare. And we fight—not blindly, but with precision, with restraint, with every ounce of strength and strategy we have left. Because if we fail, this is not just our world that falls—it is all of them."
The fracture stirred in response, subtle now, but unmistakable. Threads of chaos shimmered faintly across the horizon, probing, learning, adapting. It had recognized the presence of others, it had sensed the stabilization of the breach, and it was already planning the next move.
Kael's roots coiled beneath the earth. His hollow symbol glowed steadily. Shadowblades readied herself. Titanbound compressed molten energy into tight, controlled pulses.
The fracture had spread. Realms had started to bleed.
And war had already begun.
But Kael and his allies were ready.
And the fracture had yet to learn the meaning of true restraint.