Location: The Outer Veins of Creation two months after Kael and Yuna's departure.
The infinite dark hums like a heartbeat. Fragments of stars drift between veils of broken time.
Kael: We've crossed the seventh barrier. How far until we reach the edge?
Yuna: Not far… but the Origin Script is still hiding its presence. It's like it doesn't want to be found.
Akihiro: (resting his sword on his shoulder) The last barrier nearly consumed me. Are we sure it's even real? Maybe this "Origin Script" is just a myth.
Kael: Myths don't shape universes, Akihiro. We're here because it wrote us all. Every soul, every law, every tragedy.
Hana: (looking at her hand) Then if we find it… maybe it can undo what happened to my world.
Renji: (quietly) Or erase us all trying.
Yuna: Enough. We move forward. We've come too far to doubt now.
They continue walking through a corridor made of living light a bridge between realities. Behind them, the universe they left fades into silver dust.
Meanwhile, far beyond the cosmic horizon, Ryo sits atop his Crown Throne, surrounded by twelve rings of layered time. His eyes burn brighter than creation itself.
Ryo: So… they've left the realm. Good. Let them see how fragile infinity really is.
Xeno's Echo: You don't intend to stop them?
Ryo: No. I intend to watch. Every action they take pulls the strings tighter. The more they seek the Script, the closer they come… to me.
A storm of silent energy ripples through the dimensions invisible to Kael's group, but Ryo feels everything. He's no longer bound by space or name. The Crown Cosmology itself beats with his will.
Scene Shift The Edge of Existence
The group reaches a colossal rift that hums with forgotten power a wound in reality, older than any god.
Kael: This is it. The entrance to the Script's domain.
Yuna: The Veil of Null. Once we cross, there's no returning.
Sora: (the youngest of them, trembling) Why would something divine need to hide?
Renji: Because even gods fear being rewritten.
A cold wind sweeps through though there's no air here.
A voice echoes, distorted, omnipresent.
Unknown Voice: Those who seek the Origin... must first abandon their names.
Hana: What was that?
Kael: …The Guardian.
Akihiro: A guardian of what? The truth? Or the lie behind it?
Yuna: Stay sharp. It knows we're here.
The rift pulses fragments of reality tearing apart like paper. The group forms a circle, readying their powers. Yuna's eyes glow crimson; Kael's blade shines like starlight. For a moment, all of them feel something greater pressing against their minds an awareness so vast it makes gods seem like dust.
Then silence.
Kael: Let's move.
They step through.
Meanwhile, Back at the Crown Throne…
Ryo's expression changes for the first time in eons. A flicker not of anger, but of curiosity.
Ryo: So, you've reached the edge, Kael… Yuna…
Let's see if you can walk beyond where even the Presence refused to look.
The stars around him collapse into his palm. The cosmos itself bends at his whim.
Ryo: The script they seek?
It's written…in my shadow.
He stands, and the entire Crown Cosmology trembles.
Ryo: Then let the next act begin