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He sat on the throne made of everything I'd tried to bury.
Jonah's echo. The corrupted Future Fragment. The broken reflection I'd defeated.All woven into one body.
He looked like me, but he wasn't human anymore.
He was the Soul Weaver completed.
"This isn't a boss fight," he said. "It's a vote."
"Reality is dying. The code is bloated with fear and contradiction. You can't patch it. You can only choose what comes next."
The System chimed in, its voice for once... reverent.
[FINAL TRIAL: ECHO RESOLUTION]Soul Thread Count: 9Divergence Pressure: CriticalYou must choose one of three Paths:
Rewrite – Burn the current rules. Forge a new System. You become its Architect.
Preserve – Stabilize the world. Seal Chaos. Sacrifice yourself. Others live.
Collapse – Let it fall. Let the echoes roam free. Humanity adapts... or dies.
Elya stepped forward but said nothing.
This choice wasn't hers. It couldn't be.This was only mine.
And deep down, I knew... each option would kill something inside me.
"If I Rewrite," I said, "I lose my identity."
"Correct," said the Soul Weaver. "You become the code itself."
"If I Preserve, I die."
"Your echoes live. You fade."
"And if I Collapse it?"
He smiled. "Then chaos reigns. Magic goes free. Systems fall. Civilizations reset. You become legend or monster."
I took a step forward.
"What did you choose?" I asked.
"I didn't," he replied. "I split. I became the echo so you could choose better than I did."
And then… he stood. The throne behind him crumbled.
"There's no fight. Just a cast.Three spells. Three futures. One soul."
He extended three orbs of pure code toward me.Each pulsed with energy I recognized—power forged by emotion.
The red one: Rage. The Rewrite.
The blue one: Regret. The Preservation.
The black one: Emptiness. The Collapse.
The AI buzzed, quiet and solemn.
"This is it, Ren.Not a system glitch. Not a boss mechanic.Just a choice."
I reached forward…
My hand trembled over the orbs.
And then I closed my eyes—and cast.