They traveled westward for two days.
Through ruined systems.
Through plains scorched black by sothing older than magic.
The closer they got, the more the world began to unravel—not from chaos, but from intent.
Fla bent backward. Wind moved in circles. Stars realigned themselves.
And finally, at the edge of the world where even maps refused to draw borders...
They saw it.
It was a fla. But it had no light.
A tower of heatless black fire rising into the sky, pulsing not with life—but mory.
The Eighth Fla.
And at its base—
A figure stood.
Neither young nor old. Neither man nor woman. Neither alive nor dead.
Clad in a mantle of void-fire, face hidden behind a cracked obsidian mask, the entity simply waited.
Not attacking.
Not threatening.
Just... watching.
> System Alert:
❖ Identity: ERROR
❖ Na: Forgotten
❖ Class: Godfla / Origin Anomaly
❖ Fla Signature: Pri Zero
❖ Core Response: Incomplete Match with Ryon (84.7%)
❖ Thread Compatibility: NULL
❖ Warning: Contact May Trigger Fla Collapse or Reversion Event
Ryon stepped forward alone.
"Who are you?" he asked.
The figure turned.
Spoke.
Not aloud — but into every mind present.
> "I am the first spark. The breath before fire learned to destroy.
I am not a thread. I am the reason threads exist."
Kaela clenched her fists.
Shaera growled. "Then why hide here like a coward?"
The Godfla replied simply:
> "Because you are not ready to rember what ca before choice."
The black fire parted—
And in its center, a pulsing orb floated: red, gold, black — woven like molten blood and starlight.
> "Take this," the Godfla said to Ryon.
"Reclaim the whole. Beco what I once was."
"A true Sovereign. Not bound to love. Not bound to weakness."
Maris paled. "It’s offering you perfection."
Seris hissed. "No—corruption. That fla isn’t real. It erases what it touches."
But Ryon stared into the heart of it.
And for a mont... he saw himself.
Not human.
Not bound.
Just fla.
> Choice Detected:
❖ Accept the Godfla – Beco the True Sovereign (Lose All Threads)
❖ Reject the Godfla – Declare Fla as Bound by Bond
❖ Question the Godfla – Seek Origin Truth Before Choosing
Ryon looked over his shoulder.
At Kaela’s fire-forged loyalty.
Lyria’s visions.
Neive’s brilliance.
Shaera’s scars.
Maris’s rebirth.
Elara’s quiet presence.
Seris’s broken fury.
Then back at the Godfla.
"...I don’t need to be perfect," he said.
"I need to be mine."
The Godfla pulsed once.
Then... laughed.
> "Then let show you what ca before bonds."
Reality shattered.
For one mont, they all fell — through history, through war, through ti itself.
Back before kingdoms.
Before the System.
Before nas.
Before Ryon.
They saw—
The first two flas splitting.
The betrayal that birthed Sovereigns.
The first girl who touched fire and didn’t die.
A boy, crying in a void, holding a broken matchstick, saying: "Please let try again."
And then they snapped back into place.
The black fire receded.
The Godfla’s mask cracked.
And from beneath, a familiar face.
Not Ryon’s.
But close.
A twin soul. A mirror. A failed version.
> "Now you understand," it said. "You were never the first. But you may be... the last."
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