Amelia – The Voice Beneath Silence
In the garden of her inner world, where sorrow bloomed and time folded like petals, Amelia paused.
She tilted her head to the unseen sky—where watchers waited, silent and strange.
"You're still watching, even now?" she whispered. "Even through the chaos… through me."
A faint smile curved her lips. Rare. Real.
"Thank you… for following us this far. But if you stay—remember this: every soul that watches us shapes the storm to come. Be ready."
Camila – The Blade Between Fates
The blade hummed on her back. The hunt never stopped. But Camila turned for just a breath, casting her eyes skyward.
"4,200 people? That's… kind of insane."
She leaned against her sword, arms folded, her usual cool detachment cracked by the smallest smirk.
"You've stuck around through divine trials, blood, betrayal, and timeline weirdness. Either you're brave… or just as crazy as us."
She gave a nod.
"Thanks for being here. Don't blink. It's only getting worse from here."
Liam – The Spark Within Chaos
"Wait, wait, wait—4.2K?" Liam nearly dropped the elemental core he was analyzing.
"You mean people are actually reading this mess? That's awesome!"
He spun in place, laughing as tiny sparks of wind and flame danced around him.
"Thanks for sticking with us—even when stuff gets weird. Or... when I mess up. Which, y'know, never happens. Totally."
He grinned.
"Just promise me you'll be there when things go off the rails again. 'Cause trust me—they will."
Athena – The Quiet Flame
She sat among the ashes of a ruined library, fingers gently tracing the spine of a book that had never been written.
She didn't look up. Not at first.
"They're watching us again," she said softly.
Pages fluttered in the breeze.
"I never thought our story would be read... let alone remembered. But you're here. You saw us."
A pause.
"That matters more than you know. Thank you—for every word you've read."
Satoshi – The One Who Stands at the Edge
Satoshi stood at the edge of the void.
Eyes closed.
Breathing steady.
When he opened them, he looked straight through the veil—at you.
"You're still here."
He didn't smile. Not really. But something warmer than indifference sparked in his voice.
"4,200 voices. 4,200 threads tangled in this chaos."
He extended a hand—not in warning, but invitation.
"Thank you. For watching. For choosing this path. But from here on out... it only gets darker."
A pause.
"Are you ready to fall further?"
He turned—and the void answered.
(Lucius POV – Celebrating 4.2K Views)
The stars above the World of Hunters crackled faintly, like embers caught in a dying flame.
Lucius sat atop a jagged outcrop of bone and metal, overlooking the chaos that stretched across this universe like a festering wound. Below, twisted creatures hunted. Above, distant gods watched. But here—in this fleeting, quiet second—he allowed himself a rare thing.
Reflection.
"4,200 eyes," he muttered, fingers tracing patterns into the dust. "4,200 souls watching him… watching us."
He didn't smile—Lucius never really smiled—but something sparked in those void-forged eyes of his.
"So they've seen it. The trials. The judgment. The war to come."
He looked toward the horizon, where the air shimmered with unseen power. Satoshi would be waking soon. Another battle was always on the horizon. Another death. Another decision.
But for now... a quiet breath.
"To those still watching," he whispered, voice like ash on cold wind, "thank you. But you should turn away. While you still can."
He stood.
The moment passed.
The chaos resumed.