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Kealthar's Point of View]
The garden was still.
Kealthar stood beneath a tree older than time, its crystalline leaves swaying gently in a breeze that didn't exist. He watched the horizon, arms folded behind his back, senses stretched across the layers of his personal dimension.
Everything was… calm.
Too calm.
In the days since the cleansing, he'd detected no more chaotic anomalies. The Keepers had begun quietly patching broken timelines where his judgment had already purged the corruption. The multiverse breathed easier.
But Kealthar didn't.
Because he knew Vorath.
The Warden of Chaos never died easily. And he never gave up.
He hadn't sensed any direct resistance since devouring the corrupted narratives. No fragments had cried out. No cults had re-emerged.
Yet something itched at the edge of his awareness. Something faint. Unreadable.
He closed his eyes and expanded his perception across his dimension. The pocket reality he'd designed was flawless—no external entry points, no temporal instability, no vulnerabilities.
Or so he believed."If he's still out there," Kealthar thought, "he'll strike where I least expect."That was when a faint noise reached him.
A sound.
A sob.
He turned instantly.
The source came from the far side of the garden, just over the river of suspended light. There, beneath a cherry blossom tree rooted in folded space, Yasaka sat with Kunou asleep in her lap.
But something was wrong.
Kunou's small body trembled.
She twitched—whimpered—tears leaking from closed eyes.A nightmare.Kealthar blinked.
That shouldn't be possible.
Not here.
Not in his realm.
He stepped across the river without disturbing its surface. Yasaka looked up at him as he approached, her smile warm but tired. Still, there was a hint of unease behind her eyes.
"Kealthar," she whispered, "She's been like this for a few minutes. It's… strange. She never has bad dreams here."
He knelt beside her and placed a hand gently over Kunou's forehead. Divine energy pulsed from his palm, scanning her consciousness.
And then—he saw it.A crack.A splinter. So small, so subtle, it almost didn't exist. It clung to her thoughts like invisible ink, bleeding chaos through her dreamspace."No…" Kealthar growled softly.This wasn't a random dream.
It was a seed.
Someone—or something—had slipped a sliver of madness into her mind. Not enough to harm her… but enough to observe.
He reached in deeper, searching for its source.
And for a moment—He saw it.A mask with no face. A whisper with no sound. A ripple of forgotten chaos dancing behind Kunou's memory.
And then… it vanished.
Snuffed out the moment it noticed him looking.
But not before he felt its origin.Vorath."Impossible," Yasaka whispered, her voice trembling. "This place is sealed. You created it with your law. How—"
"I don't know," Kealthar admitted, rising to his feet. "But he got in. Not physically. Through a memory. A weakness. Maybe something Kunou saw, or a dream he corrupted long ago."
Yasaka held her daughter close. "Is she in danger?"
Kealthar shook his head. "Not yet. The seed is gone. He pulled it back. But it was a warning."
Yasaka's voice lowered. "Why now?"
And then… she did something that froze Kealthar in place.
She began to hum.
A soft tune.
Gentle. Soothing.
Familiar.
Too familiar.
Kealthar turned sharply. "Yasaka…"
She blinked, startled. "What?"
"Where did you learn that song?"
She looked down at Kunou, then back up. "I… I don't know. I just started humming it to calm her."
Kealthar's eyes narrowed. "You never heard that melody before."
"…No," she said slowly, her voice tightening. "I didn't."
He looked toward the tree.
The wind was blowing against it now.
Backwards.A sign.This dimension was changing. Not violently. Not obviously.
Quietly.
Kealthar extended his presence again, not outward—but inward.
He scanned every atom of the space he'd built, every ward, every celestial binding and dimension-lock.
There, near the foundation layer—he found it.
Another seed.
This one buried deep, coiled like a knot between laws. A chaotic artifact embedded at the lowest layer of his reality.
He snarled."He didn't break in. He left these behind before the war even ended. Hidden. Dormant."Like mines waiting to explode.
Kealthar reached for it, and with raw authority, ripped it out.
The reality around them flickered.
Yasaka gasped as the sky turned black for an instant. Trees wept golden blood. Rivers flowed in reverse.
And then—BOOM.The seed exploded in his hand.
Not physically.
Existentially.
For a brief moment, Kealthar saw something impossible.
A version of Yasaka dead in his arms.
Kunou weeping in the wreckage of his garden.
A future that could have happened.
A possible end.
Then it was gone.
Kealthar's breath caught.
Yasaka reached out and touched his hand. "What did you see?"
He looked at her—silent, but eyes burning with purpose."He's here."Not fully.
Not directly.
But present. Watching. Waiting. Planting pieces of himself in the places Kealthar thought were safest.
He stepped back from them and extended both arms. Golden rings of law formed around him, hundreds, thousands, each etched with cosmic runes and commands."I'm sealing this entire dimension."Yasaka tensed. "You mean—?"
"No one in or out. Not even me. Not unless I permit it directly."
He waved his hand, and the world shifted.
Time paused.
Everything stilled.
His private dimension—his sanctuary—was now locked tighter than the core of a dying god.
And even so… it didn't feel safe anymore.
Kealthar stood alone as Yasaka carried Kunou back toward the house.
He looked to the sky above.
"Vorath..."
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