Alameck's golden eyes glowed brighter, their eerie light illuminating the shadowed depths of Alister's soul sea. The air around him trembled as he drew upon the power of fortune—a fragment of destiny he had stolen long ago.
Invisible golden chains materialized around him, intricate and spectral, each one pulsing with the faint hum of severed fate.
One by one, they began to shatter.
Crack.
Snap.
Each chain that broke sent a surge of energy into Alameck, and his aura swelled violently, a maelstrom of deep purple mana expanding outward like a tidal wave.
His grin widened, splitting into a maniacal laugh that echoed through the boundless void.
"Yes… yes! Finally!" Alameck roared, his voice dripping with elation. "I will be free! And when I am free, I will consume everything you built, Sonoris! This is the end—of you, of your pitiful ideals—of everything!"
But then—
A subtle tremor rippled through the soul sea.
Something stirred.
