Amelia: The Voice Under Silence
Within the inner world's garden, where grief flowered and time curved like the petals of something, Amelia stood still.
She tilted her head toward the invisible sky—where silent, otherworldly watcherers lurked.
"You're watching even now?" she breathed.
"Even in the midst of chaos. in me?"
A subtle smile creased her lips. Uncommon. Genuine.
Thank you. for having followed us thus far.
But stay with us. remember that all souls that bear witness to us forge the storm ahead. Be prepared.
Camila: The Sword of Fates
The blade vibrated against her back. The chase did not let up.
Camila did glance back for an instant, looking upwards.
4,200 individuals? That's. sort of crazym
She leaned against her sword, arms folded, her usual cool detachment cracked by the smallest smirk.
"You have endured through trials of the gods, bloodshed, betrayal, and time weirdness. Either you're courageous… or just as nuts as us."
She gave a nod.
Thank you for being present. Don't blink. Things only get worse from here.
Liam: The Spark Within the Chaos
Wait, wait, wait–4.2K?" Liam nearly dropped the elemental core he had in his possession.
"People are actually reading that mess of theirs? Great!"
He whirled about in circles, laughing as small sparks of wind and fire twirled about him.
Thanks for being with us—even when things get weird. Or. when I screw up. Which, y'know, doesn't happen. Ever.
He smiled.
"Promise me you will be around when everything goes haywire once more. 'Cause believe me—they will."
Athena – The Quiet Flame
She sat amidst the remains of a burned-out library, fingers lightly drawing along the spine of an unwritten book.
She did not glance up. Not initially.
"They are watching us once more," she whispered.
Leaves were blowing in the wind.
"I didn't expect our story would be read. let alone be remembered. You're here, though. You witnessed us."
A pause.
"That means more than you can imagine. Thank you—for all that you have read."
Satoshi – The One Standing on the Brink
Satoshi stood upon the precipice of the void.
_CLOSED EYES._
Even breathing.
As he opened them, he looked directly through the veil—at you.
You're still here.
He did not smile. Not exactly. There was something friendlier than dispassion in his tone.
4,200 voices. 4,200 threads intertwined in chaos.
He offered his hand—not in threat, but in welcome.
Thank you. For watching. For opting for this journey. But from here on in. things just get darker.
A pause.
Are you prepared to fall even further?
He spun around—and the emptiness echoed.
(Lucius' perspective – 4.2K Views
The stars in the heavens above the Hunters' world sputtered quietly, like hot coals in the dying fire.
He sat upon a splintered ridge of bone and metal, surveying the devastation that lay before him like an open sore. Below him, mutated beasts pursued. Above him, distant gods observed. But here, in this brief, silent moment—he did something he rarely did.
"4,200 eyes," he grumbled, his fingers drawing patterns in the dust. "4,200 souls watching him. watching us."
He did not smile—Lucius did not smile, actually, but something lit within those void-forged eyes of his.
"So they have witnessed. The trials. The judgment. The impending war."
He gazed out toward the horizon, where power hung in the air like an invisible presence. Soon, Satoshi would rouse. There was always another battle in the distance. Another death. Another choice.
But for the moment. a quiet breath.
"To those of you watching," he breathed, his voice like dust on icy breeze, "thank you. But you must turn away. While the option is available."
He stood.
The moment passed.
The disorder returned.