The Library no longer burns—it flows.
Shelves melt into rivers of ink, stairways twist into bridges of starlight, and in the air above, the sky itself is torn between two hues—half dawn, half endless night.
Yohan walks through it all, the faint shimmer of the mirror still clinging to his hands. Each step he takes reshapes the world around him. A book forms under his foot, opens, and dissolves into mist.
From that mist, Ciel's voice whispers:
"You shouldn't have followed me this far."
He turns.
And there she is—Ciel, standing in the rippling haze, wearing the same white uniform from their academy days, her expression unreadable.
But her eyes… hold galaxies that no longer remember their constellations.
Yohan (hoarse): "You said I'd find you when the dream ends."
Ciel: "The dream hasn't ended, Yohan. You've just become the one dreaming it."
The ground beneath them fractures again, revealing endless void below—a current of pure thought and memory.
The Seers' Countermove
Deep within the ruins of the Seers' Chamber, the surviving three kneel before the "Crown of Threads," a crystalline diadem floating mid-air. It glows faintly, pulsing with fragments of stolen dreams.
First Seer (in pain): "He's rewriting the Laws."
Second Seer: "Then we'll rewrite him."
Third Seer: "Through the Crown, we can reach the Weaver's core—cut his thread before it binds the realm."
They begin the forbidden chant. Their bodies unravel into streams of white light, merging into the Crown.
A terrible hum fills the air—something ancient stirring awake.
Return to Yohan & Ciel
Ciel's form flickers as the world shudders.
She gasps, clutching her chest.
Ciel: "They're severing you from the Thread."
Yohan: "Let them try."
He looks up—the sky begins to bleed. Thousands of golden filaments descend like rain, threads of destiny seeking to bind him.
Each one whispers his name differently: Yohan, Yonael, The Dreamwalker, The Error.
He raises his hand, and every filament freezes midair.
Yohan: "You made me to obey the rules. Now I am the one rewriting them."
The Crown Awakens
Far away, the Seers' bodies are gone.
Only the Crown of Threads remains—its glow turning crimson. It speaks with their collective voice:
"Then we unmake you, Weaver of Shadows."
A rift tears open behind Yohan and Ciel—a massive spiral of light trying to pull him apart.
Ciel (terrified): "They're collapsing the Thread! You'll die if you fight them!"
Yohan (softly): "Then I'll die unbound."
He steps forward into the spiral.
The Thread Snaps
Inside the rift, everything slows.
Time breaks into glass shards, each shard showing a memory—his childhood, Lily laughing, the first trial, the first failure, the day he met Ciel.
He reaches out.
Grasps a single golden thread.
And pulls.
A shockwave of silence bursts across the realm.
The Seers' voices are cut off mid-word.
The Library stops moving.
The sky turns white.
Ciel's voice echoes faintly in the aftermath—half awe, half sorrow.
"You didn't just sever the Thread… you became it."
Closing Scene:
Yohan floats in the still void weightless, eyes closed.
A faint golden mark glows on his forehead a circle made of broken lines.
Around him, fragments of both worlds drift like dying stars.
And Ciel kneels beside him, whispering:
"If the dream has no end… then I'll stay awake for you."