The weight of my na lingered in the vast expanse of Williamloh’s office, stretching beyond the spoken word, beyond the physical form of sound.
It was a na that not many had uttered before, but hearing it from his lips… It was different. It carried weight, significance, a reason I had yet to fully grasp.
Bearate.
That was my na, given to when I ascended beyond mortality, when I claid my right to create and shape a world of my own.
And yet, despite everything I had built, despite the line of fate and consequence I had laid out for my hero Azazel and his journey, I now found myself standing before the one man who could unmake it all with a single stroke of his pen.
I stepped forward, each movent deliberate, my boots making no sound against the non-existent floor.
Space itself seed to bend and shift beneath , stars warping, planets rotating at unnatural speeds, the cosmic scenery around us adjusting like a living entity reacting to my presence.
But even in this grand display of celestial authority, i made sure to keep my focus on the man before .
Williamloh gestured towards the chair in front of his desk—an absurdly ordinary thing, wooden, with no embellishnts, no divine engravings, no pulsating energy coursing through it like most furniture in the higher realms.
Just a chair.
Simple and unassuming.
I hesitated.
A chair in this office was more than just an object.
It was a statent. Sitting in it ant acknowledging that I was, at least for this mont, under his authority.
That I was here to listen. To answer. To obey.
But I had no choice, did I?
With a breath I barely allowed myself to take, I lowered myself onto the seat, my gaze locked onto his.
Williamloh folded his hands on the desk, standing upright, that polite smile never faltering.
"Good," he said, nodding slightly. "Now then, I’m sure you must be wondering why I’ve called you here so suddenly."
"I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious," I replied, my tone even. "After all, the last ti we spoke, I was given a green signal to proceed with my world as I saw fit.
And now, here I am, summoned once more. I can only assu sothing has changed."
Williamloh chuckled. "Sharp as always."
He leaned back in his chair, seemingly at ease, though I knew better than to trust appearances when it ca to him.
"The truth is, Bear," he continued, "your world has beco… rather interesting as of late."
My fingers twitched slightly. "Interesting how?"
He tapped a single finger against the desk.
A motion so small—yet the very fabric of space rippled in response, a vast screen of pure light materializing behind him.
And on that screen, I saw my world.
White hair, blue eyes and a blue longsword that never left his hands.
Azazel.
The Hero.
The paths he had walked, the choices he had made.
And then—
The scene changed.
Black hair, hazel eyes.
That’s all that should have been visible when I looked at Noah’s picture.
A glimpse of sothing that should not have been there.
A flicker of sothing beyond my design.
My lips parted, a single breath catching in my throat as I recognized the presence lurking within the fabric of my world.
No.
It wasn’t possible.
This… This wasn’t mine.
Williamloh watched closely, gauging my reaction. "Tell , Bearate," he said, his voice calm. "When did you plan on informing that an uninvited guest had entered your world?"
I didn’t respond imdiately. I couldn’t.
Because the truth was—I hadn’t known.
I should have known.
But sohow, sothing had slipped past .
Past my control. Past my authority.
And now, under the watchful eyes of Williamloh, I was about to find out just who had dared to interfere in my world.
My grip on the armrest tightened. My expression, though carefully schooled into neutrality, betrayed the faintest flicker of tension.
An uninvited guest? In my world?
I dragged my gaze away from the screen, forcing myself to et Williamloh’s eyes.
His smile hadn’t wavered, his brown eyes still calm, but there was sothing beneath the surface—sothing knowing.
He wasn’t just informing of this. He was testing .
And I refused to fail.
"When," I started slowly, choosing my words with precision, "did you notice this… intrusion?"
Williamloh tilted his head slightly, amusent glinting in his eyes. "So you admit that it wasn’t of your own design?"
I kept my expression blank. "I admit nothing. I am simply verifying what you claim."
His chuckle was low, almost approving. "Very well. I noticed it not too long ago—when certain patterns began to deviate from your original world structure."
He turned his attention back to the screen. With another tap of his finger, the image shifted.
Noah stood there.
Black-haired. Hazel-eyed. His body slim, yet strong, hardened from the trials I had set before him.
But there was sothing else now—sothing that shouldn’t have been there.
A presence that clung to him, unseen by the mortal eye, but visible here, within Williamloh’s domain.
A being hidden in the boy’s shadow.
It slithered around Noah’s form like a silent serpent, barely there, barely noticeable.
A whisper of sothing that did not belong.
I leaned forward, my brows furrowing. "That…"
"You see it now, don’t you?" Williamloh mused, his voice light, yet weighted.
I saw it, alright.
And I hated it.
This was my world. My story. Every thread of fate had been painstakingly woven by .
So what was this?
And more importantly—who had the audacity to tamper with my creation?
I exhaled through my nose, schooling my features back into an impassive mask. "It seems I will need to make so… adjustnts."
Williamloh nodded, crossing his fingers. "Indeed. But before you do that, Bearate, there’s one thing I need to know."
I t his gaze again, unblinking. "What?"
His smile grew, but this ti, there was an edge to it.
"Tell ," he said, voice smooth, unreadable. "How much do you truly know about the world you created?"
Silence stretched between us.
A strange, heavy silence.
And for the first ti in a long ti, sothing in my chest twisted.
Because I had created the core of the world, inputted different commands in them to create the line of fate.
I had designed its functions, its limitations, its role in Noah’s journey.
And yet—
Williamloh wouldn’t be asking this unless…
Unless there was sothing about it that I didn’t know.
My fingers stilled against the armrest, my mind calculating, rearranging, searching—but for what?
What was I missing?
Williamloh leaned back, satisfied. "Ah… you’re starting to realize it now, aren’t you?"
He let out a quiet hum. "This is going to be interesting."
I said nothing.
Because for the first ti, I wasn’t sure if I had all the answers.
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