By IMERPUS RELUR
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The sect elders felt it before they saw it.
A pressure—soft, steady, recursive.
A child, robed in white and covered in silver inscriptions, stood at the gate.
> "Who are you?" an elder demanded.
The boy bowed.
> "I am the rewritten son of the one you tried to erase."
> "He is rewriting. I am the result."
The boy vanished.
But the walls cracked.
Because cause and effect had begun to fracture. Kai's Codex wasn't just rewriting reality—it was generating successors.