Chapter 163
Theo Vkytor knew the secrets buried behind every code within Flo Viva Mythology, a narrative inspired by him long before this world became real.
He understood the anomaly at the heart of the First Betrayal, a missing piece of the puzzle that would never be visible to Aldraya, who was too submerged in the narrative of his own suffering.
Equinox, the unfortunate King of Dawn, never intended to bring down the throne of Heaven.
In fact, even his tremendous strength was still insufficient for a goal that grand.
The chaos that occurred was not a rebellion, but a hack.
Equinox's soul and will had been infiltrated, seized, and controlled by a foreign consciousness that slipped in through the seams of reality.
The name rolled inside his mind before finally slipping out softly—a mantra that revealed the source of all calamity.
Sacci Milarada Amsh.
Behind that divine-scented pseudonym lay the true identity of a woman named Jessica Naomi Amartha.
She was the architect behind the curtain, the puppeteer who poisoned Equinox's mind with cosmic hypnosis whose origin even the Supreme Angels could not comprehend.
She was the one who turned a guardian of balance into an instrument of chaos, the one who lit the first fuse of an unending chain of betrayals.
'I don't wish to reveal who she truly is.
The name Sacci Milarada Amsh alone is enough to shake any structure.
However, both her power and her presence are at least on the same level as Quil-Hasa.'
Hhhh!
'And what is worse, she is the opposite of everything that represents Quil-Hasa.
So if Quil-Hasa is pure, clear, and an unstained light, then Sacci is the opposition that rejects all of it.'
Uuuuh!
'She is the full embodiment of the opposing direction.'
Even deeper than that, Theo's murmur continued, his voice nearly drowned by the whispering sway of the grass.
The true irony lay within the nature of the "possession" itself.
What possessed Equinox—gnawing at his consciousness and pushing him toward the abyss of rebellion—was not Sacci Milarada Amsh in her entirety and glory.
No.
It was only a fragment, a severed piece, barely worthy of being called the tip of a fingernail or a speck of dust that had broken off from the Entity herself.
Even more bitter, that fragment was discarded residue—a metaphysical scrap flung away after Sacci herself clashed fiercely with her Younger Brother, a confrontation that shook everything.
Theo swallowed hard, the metallic taste of forbidden knowledge coating his tongue.
He was reluctant—deeply reluctant—to detail who Sacci Milarada Amsh truly was.
Speaking her true name, Jessica Naomi Amartha, was to many beings akin to turning a key to a chamber filled with absolute darkness.
However, one thing could not be hidden within his trembling whisper.
Sacci's authority—its scale, its presence seeping into the cracks of existence—was perfectly equal to Quil-Hasa's.
They were two sides of the same coin of reality, two cosmic poles that repelled one another.
And therein lay the true horror.
If Quil-Hasa was the source, pure, exalted, the First Light that radiated order and meaning, then Sacci was her perfect antithesis.
She was the embodiment of all opposition—the incarnation of everything that rejected, reversed, and corroded that purity.
Her presence was an active void, an intelligent chaos, a darkness whose depth and power matched the Creator's light.
She was not merely an enemy.
She was a cracked mirror reflecting the absolute opposite of all that Quil-Hasa represented.
'She is one of the ten primary antagonists.
Her character first appears in the second arc as the fourth antagonist, specifically after Quil-Hasa is defeated in chapter six.'
Sssssh!
'And the fact that she does not appear from the beginning makes her more dangerous than most villains.'
The night wind seemed to freeze upon hearing that confession.
Theo stared clearly toward the silhouette of Aldraya still walking, playing within the sunken trough of the horizon's darkness.
His knowledge as the one who inspired this world felt like a curse at moments like this.
He knew not only the dark past but also the future already written—narratives that would one day unfold mercilessly.
On the planning board of the major arcs of Flo Viva Mythology, the name Sacci Milarada Amsh was written in red ink, occupying the fourth place among the ten primary antagonists.
She was an entity whose presence was not merely a disturbance but a shift in the story's axis itself.
Theo knew her timeline precisely.
After the chaos of the second arc reached its peak, after Quil-Hasa herself intervened and ultimately—in a tragic twist at the end of chapter six—was defeated and killed by Ilux Rediona, the chosen protagonist burning with vengeful fury…
Only then, in the ruins of the Creator's defeat, would the sky tear open with Sacci's arrival.
She would appear not as a savior, but as the heiress of the void—a new sovereign who would offer an entirely different order, or perhaps the complete dissolution of all order.
'So far, everything is smooth without issues. Must remain cautious.'
With a smooth and calculated motion, Theo closed the cover of the aged yellow book that had just served as the silent witness of his secret murmurs.
The worn leather felt cold against his fingertips, as if storing the chill of the knowledge just dredged up from the depths of time.
He then carefully slipped the book into the small pocket on the left side of his chest, right above a heart beating in a rhythm he was struggling to control.
That pocket became a temporary coffin for truths too heavy to be illuminated by the moon.
His feet moved again, carrying him along the same path taken by the silhouette of the
Angel ahead.
Every step was a discipline of art.
He lifted his heel slowly, then set down his toes with evenly distributed pressure, touching the damp earth like a shadow trailing its master.
He harmonized with the night, with the rustling leaves, with the low flow of the wind.
He controlled even the sound of his breath—flowing slowly through his nose, released in thin exhalations that vanished instantly into the dark.
He was no longer a follower, but an illusion, a fleeting trace moving along the border of presence and absence.
And finally, from behind the veil of trees and thin mist, Aldraya's figure emerged once more in his sight.
The distance was still far, but no longer a fading silhouette on the verge of vanishing.
Now Theo could see the firm lines of his back, the shoulders that carried the sky, and the unchanging rhythm of his steps—an eternal metronome of sorrow.
This was where Theo stopped.
His feet rooted into the earth, becoming an unseen guardian statue.
He allowed the distance to remain, letting Aldraya walk alone at the far end—like a dreadnought departing its harbor in complete silence.
This was preparation—a threshold.
Theo stood behind an invisible line, restoring his patience, sharpening his senses, and preparing every muscle to move again.
His eyes, adjusted to the darkness, locked onto every detail of the receding figure.
He would stand here, an unmoving root, until Aldraya once again began to dissolve into the distant shadows.
Only then, when the distance threatened to sever their visual link, would Theo slip forward from his concealment—another shadow faithfully pursuing the source of all shadows—continuing the silent pursuit across a stage already overflowing with inherited sins and enemies beyond the script.
'Quil-Hasa is not merely a God who lost control.
In truth, She is a girl who holds back all love and affection so they do not harm anyone.
She loves every being to whom She once breathed life, yet chooses to silence Her own feelings for their safety.'
Fuu - fufu!
'Her fear built walls far too thick, causing her emotions to accumulate and press upon her subconscious.
Thus, her vulnerability surfaced not because She was weak, but because She always avoided feeling anything fully.'
To be continued…