Chapter 79
The water in the distant lake boiled without heat, while the sun formed a cube that reflected light in every direction.
The land across the way curved downward like a dream-bow, the sea hung in the sky, and the law of cause and effect ceased to function, leaving the world like a puzzle missing its center—filled with uncertainty and a quiet yet tangible anxiety.
In the midst of that chaos, Administrator Iosh appeared, representing the planet Uranus, standing beside Uorkash, completing the cosmic formation of Administrators surrounding the Son of Quorin and the Daughter of Valthura.
Iosh's form itself was difficult to define.
At times the body looked transparent like a human, at other times resembling a living architecture that changed color each time it was observed.
With only a glance, Theo immediately realized that Iosh's Sa was called the Law of the Unthinkable, a power capable of bending logic, nullifying causality, and turning an already fragile reality even more unstable and enigmatic.
Iosh's nature appeared brilliant yet unstable, speaking as though in a misaligned dream, creating a subtle but inevitable tension for every creature around them.
A pale blue inverted triangle floated in the air, a symbol reminding Theo that the old rules had fallen apart, and only his TKNA could maintain the density of a world beginning to unravel.
Thus, with full concentration, Theo carefully opened and channeled the TKNA of an author into every crevice of his techniques and his own shadow, ensuring that the collapse Iosh created would not swallow anything further.
'And Neptune.'
A blue mist emerged from the base of the sky, drifting slowly over the continents, carrying a sadness that felt painfully real.
Tears fell from the sky—not ordinary rain, but the world's own lament—dripping onto the land, the seas, and the silent cities.
Fragments of human dreams floated in the air.
Shadows of unresolved childhoods, love never returned, forgotten promises—each of them drifted slowly through the mist, as if pulling anyone who gazed at them into the depths of their own memories.
Within the spiral of mist, whispers rose from what felt like the world's core, a gentle voice questioning every being about their regrets—a question that pierced the soul without needing words.
Administrator Sareah appeared within the drifting blue haze, representing the planet Neptune, standing beside Belareth and Iosh, completing the line of Administrators now encircling the Son of Quorin and the Daughter of Valthura.
Her body was always surrounded by fog, making her seem not entirely real—like a shadow moving between the world and a dream.
From her eyes flowed salty water that lingered in the air, forcing anyone who looked at her to recall the greatest loss of their lives.
Theo felt the weight of Sareah's presence, realizing that her Sa was named the Dream Abyss, a power that drew souls into the depths of eternal illusion, blurring the boundary between reality and dream, life and sorrow.
Sareah's nature appeared melancholic and gentle, yet suffocating, as though she carried an ocean of losses that could never be redeemed.
Waves of water forming a ring of eyes floated around her, a symbol reminding Theo that even an Administrator could be a gateway into a deeper, unreachable world.
Within the silence of the blue mist, Theo stood firm, once more centering his Determination, Will, Intention, and Ambition, striving to keep himself from being drawn into the pull of Sareah's illusions.
"She is not just an ordinary woman.
She is someone who carries the seed of an Administrator.
And that seed grants her the potential to undergo complete transformation."
Thin mist and the reflected light of the seven Administrators created a trembling field around the Son of Quorin and the Daughter of Valthura.
Each of Aldraya's previous steps, though slow, produced ripples of energy that were nearly inaudible yet clearly felt by all present.
Eyes that should have been focused on Quorin and Valthura now split between the awareness of tremendous power surrounding them and the unspoken questions about her.
The sky above seemed to hold its breath, clouds suspended in different hues of light for each Administrator, while the ground beneath their feet vibrated softly as though recognizing the presence of something new and unexpected.
From a considerable distance, Theo watched intently, trying to interpret the implications of this cosmic gathering for the world's balance and the fragility of the reality he had long studied and understood.
Each Administrator stood tall like a living statue embodying the essence of their planet—from the chaos-licking Ziesma to the melancholic mist of Sareah, and from Uorkash's sanctity of law to Iosh's logical distortion.
Their auras interacted, forming a symphony of energy capable of shattering the consciousness of anyone unprepared—yet Aldraya stood motionless, showing no sign of fear or wonder.
Every movement, or even the stillness around her, forced the universe to adjust.
The fragments of energy surrounding the nine Administrators seemed to dance to a rhythm of time unlike any other, displaying power almost beyond the reach of human comprehension.
Theo realized that although he could contain some of the world's fragmentation, the power radiating from Aldraya seemed to be a new focal point that could no longer be ignored.
Quorin and Valthura's gazes met above Aldraya, their right index fingers pointed without hesitation, as if asserting something beyond mere instruction.
Aldraya's presence among these nine great Administrators created a visual and spiritual contradiction that challenged reason.
Though her body showed no expression, there was a resonance of energy that made everyone feel her existence as the center of a new possibility.
The shining emblem, the hidden Sa within her, and the unseen yet overwhelming aura formed a field to which even Administrators of seven planets had to adjust.
Theo sensed a subtle tension in the air—a mixture of awe and vigilance—realizing that this power was not merely a tool, but a seed of change capable of reshaping the long-established order.
The Son of Quorin and the Daughter of Valthura gazed at Aldraya with calm neutrality, their energy focusing all attention on a single point—still, yet brimming with potential.
Aldraya stood as the seed of an Administrator, a symbol of a new power not yet fully understood by anyone present.
"An Administrator should not casually accept an invitation like that.
Your role is to maintain balance, not follow personal whims without consideration.
Yet you so easily defy that logic."
Huuuuh!
"Not only ignoring your duty but placing us in a suffering that should never have existed."
The silence that once surrounded the field of nine Administrators shattered into a wave of unexpected energy as Aldraya made her decision.
Her body remained calm, her face expressionless, yet her action emitted a ripple of Sa that spread to every creature nearby.
Valthura and Quorin, who had intended to restrain or guide her, felt the direct impact of that decision.
Scars appeared instantly on their bodies—unseen marks containing the resonance of praise, gratitude, and insult for all who had ever opposed Quil-Hasa.
Voices emerging from those wounds whispered glory and fear intertwined, filling the air with an energy that shook the consciousness of every Administrator present.
Theo, watching from a distance safe enough to observe without direct involvement, held his breath, realizing that Aldraya's Sa had transcended ordinary limits.
That energy was not merely offensive power, but a manifestation of identity that could not be intervened by anyone's law or divinity, not even by the Son of Quorin or the Daughter of Valthura themselves.
To be continued…