526: Nihlus VI 526: Nihlus VI He was calm.
Not weakened.
Not disoriented.
Not suffering from the collapse of the Rift.
As if he had expected this outco all along.
Aiden instinctively raised his sword, his golden flas crackling around him.
“You’re not making another move.” Ordis simply tilted his head.
“I did not intend to.” Nihlus exhaled sharply, stepping beside Aiden.
His void energy was still unstable, reacting to Ordis’s presence.
“Then explain why you let this happen.” “Why did you let the Rift collapse, knowing you’d escape anyway?” Ordis’s silver eyes finally narrowed, as if considering whether to answer.
And then— He smiled.
“Because now… you have no choice but to listen.” —𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.— Aiden didn’t lower his sword.
But he didn’t strike either.
Because, for all the chaos Ordis had unleashed— He was right.
They had no choice.
They needed answers.
And Ordis was about to give them.
—𝘞𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘏— The last traces of the Rift’s collapse faded, leaving only the three of them standing amidst a barren, windswept landscape.
The air was eerily silent, as if reality itself was holding its breath.
Aiden’s golden flas flickered around his blade, still raised.
Nihlus’s void energy coiled around him, unstable but controlled.
And Ordis— He stood there, unshaken, his silver eyes gleaming with sothing that wasn’t arrogance.
It was certainty.
“You wanted answers,” Ordis said, his voice carrying an unnatural weight.
“So listen well.
Because what I tell you next will change everything.” Aiden didn’t move.
Nihlus remained silent, though Aiden could tell his mind was racing.
Neither of them trusted Ordis.
But that didn’t an he was wrong.
And so, the being of broken chains finally spoke.
“You believe the Rift was rely a prison.” “That I was shackled to prevent so great catastrophe.” Ordis’s silver gaze shifted, looking past them— As if seeing sothing beyond the fabric of reality itself.
“You are wrong.” Aiden’s grip on his sword tightened.
“Then tell us the truth.” Ordis exhaled, the wind around them shuddering at his presence.
“The chains did not hold because I was a threat.” “They held because I am the last remnant of what ca before.” Aiden’s breath caught in his throat.
Nihlus’s eyes narrowed.
“Before what?” Aiden demanded.
Ordis turned his gaze toward him, and for the first ti— There was sothing in his expression that Aiden couldn’t define.
A weight.
A burden.
A truth too vast to fully comprehend.
“Before this reality.” Silence.
Aiden’s mind struggled to grasp the aning.
Nihlus, however, understood first.
His voice was unusually calm.
“You’re saying…” he exhaled, “that you rember a world before this one.” Ordis smiled faintly.
“No.
“I rember the world before many.” A Truth Too Vast to Comprehend The wind howled, though there was no storm.
Reality itself seed to shudder at Ordis’s words, as if resisting the weight of what he was revealing.
Aiden’s instincts scread at him.
There was sothing terribly wrong about this truth.
Sothing that should have never been spoken.
Ordis, however, continued.
“Existence is not linear.
It is rewritten, reshaped, reforged—over and over again.” “You call this reality the ultimate truth, but it is rely the latest attempt at perfection.” “And I… I am the last fragnt of what ca before.” —𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦— The ground beneath them trembled.
Aiden’s breathing was sharp, his heart pounding as he tried to piece it together.
“You’re saying reality has… reset?” Ordis nodded.
“Countless tis.” “And each ti, those who controlled existence sought to refine it.” “Until eventually…” His silver eyes glead.
“They decided to erase the past entirely.” Aiden felt the weight of those words crash into him.
The Rift… the chains… They weren’t just ant to seal a threat.
They were ant to bury a truth.
A truth so dangerous that the very fabric of reality couldn’t allow it to be known.
Nihlus, ever the strategist, finally spoke.
“If that’s true… then who are ‘they’?” Ordis’s expression darkened.
For the first ti, his voice was not calm.
“The Architects.” Aiden’s pulse spiked.
He had never heard that na before.
And yet— Sothing deep within him recognized it.
Like an echo of sothing he had forgotten.
Or sothing that had been taken from him.
The Architects—The Masters of Reality Ordis turned, looking toward the sky.
“The ones who forge each reality anew.” “The ones who rewrite history, removing all traces of what ca before.” “The ones who decided that I… and everything I once knew… should be erased.” His silver eyes burned.
“And now, they know I have awakened.” —𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘒—!
The sky fractured.
Aiden’s entire body went rigid.
Nihlus whirled, his void energy snapping around him in response.
Sothing—soone—was coming.
And Aiden realized the terrifying truth.
The mont Ordis spoke their na— The Architects had found them.
The sky fractured, not like glass, but like sothing far more fundantal—the laws of reality themselves were breaking.
Aiden staggered, his golden aura flaring instinctively in response.
Nihlus clenched his fists, void energy snapping violently around him, his breathing sharp and controlled.
Ordis, however, did not move.
His silver eyes remained calm, watching the unfolding catastrophe with an almost knowing expression.
“They were always watching.” “Now, they have decided to act.” —𝘍𝘖𝘖𝘖𝘔—!
From the fractures in the sky, sothing descended.
Not a figure.
Not a presence.
Sothing far worse.
It was understanding.
It was observation.
It was judgnt.
And it was falling directly toward them.
Aiden’s instincts scread.
He had never felt anything like this before.
Not against the Abyssal Generals.
Not against Nexus’s warnings of the Divine Realm.
Not even when he had glimpsed the power of ancient beings sealed beyond ti.
This was different.
This was sothing that should not exist—because it did not need to exist.
It was reality itself enforcing its will.
A column of pure, naless energy slamd into the ground, obliterating everything in its radius.
But it wasn’t destruction.
It was erasure.
The very land beneath their feet ceased to exist, replaced with blank, unford nothingness.
Nihlus imdiately reacted, void energy rushing outward to stabilize himself.
Aiden moved to shield himself with his golden aura, but even his light struggled against whatever this was.
And then, from the dissipating light— They erged.
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