They didn't stop running until the Prism Spire was a distant shard of light behind them.
Lyra's lungs burned, her legs trembling as she finally staggered to a halt near the edge of the Glass Expanse. She bent forward, hands on her knees, forcing air back into her chest.
"I'm officially done," she gasped. "With ancient towers. With glowing hearts. With being emotionally evaluated by buildings."
Kael slowed more gradually, turning to face her with a breathless laugh. "You did better than most."
"Most people don't survive that, do they?"
"No," he said honestly. "They don't."
The glass beneath them had cooled again, its faint breathing slowed to a distant, uneasy rhythm. The mirrored sky had returned, reflections flickering back into existence—but now Lyra noticed something different.
The reflections were blurred.
As if the Expanse could no longer see them clearly.
She straightened. "Kael… did we change something?"
He followed her gaze. "Yes. Not the world. Not yet." His eyes flicked to the satchel at her side. "But the rules."
The map drifted out on its own, hovering between them. Its surface was duller now, the once-sharp lines softened, some paths smudged as though erased by an unseen hand.
Lyra frowned. "It's… incomplete."
"That's new," Kael murmured. "It never loses clarity. Ever."
She reached out cautiously, fingertips brushing the surface. The map felt warm—alive, but tired.
"What aren't you showing me?" she whispered.
The map did not respond.
They began walking again, this time without direction. The Expanse seemed less hostile now, no longer guiding or obstructing them—simply letting them pass.
After a long silence, Lyra spoke. "You said you'd explain."
Kael winced. "I was hoping you'd forget."
She shot him a look.
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was here years ago. Not this exact moment—but this place. The Heart. The choice."
Lyra's steps slowed. "You were a bearer?"
"No," he said quickly. "I was the sword. Bound to someone else. Someone who didn't hesitate."
Lyra's stomach dropped. "What happened to them?"
Kael's voice went flat. "They chose gold."
The air seemed to thin.
"They rewrote the world," Lyra said quietly.
"Yes," Kael replied. "And paid the price. So did everyone else."
She remembered the crystal statues—the frozen screams.
"And you survived?"
"I refused to kneel. The Heart couldn't bind me." He glanced at her. "That's why it called me unbound."
Lyra hugged her arms. "So the map… the Heart… they've done this before."
"Many times," Kael said. "Worlds don't end in fire anymore. They end in corrections."
They reached the far edge of the Glass Expanse where the terrain shifted abruptly. Glass gave way to ash-colored stone, cracked and uneven, stretching toward jagged hills in the distance.
The moment Lyra stepped off the glass, the pressure vanished.
She exhaled in relief. "I didn't realize how tense I was until now."
Kael nodded. "The Expanse gets under your skin. Literally, if you stay too long."
They sat on a fractured stone outcrop, the Prism Spire barely visible now, swallowed by mirrored haze.
Lyra pulled the map fully free and unrolled it on her lap.
Large sections were blank.
Entire regions erased.
Her pulse quickened. "Kael. This isn't just hiding information. It's lost it."
His brow furrowed. "That shouldn't be possible."
"Unless," Lyra said slowly, "the future isn't fixed anymore."
Kael stared at her.
Then he laughed—short, incredulous, almost relieved. "You're terrifying."
She snorted. "I get that a lot."
The map shimmered faintly, and a new symbol appeared near the blank spaces—a thin fracture mark, pulsing softly.
Lyra traced it with her finger. "What does that mean?"
Kael leaned closer, expression darkening. "It means the world has started to split."
Her heart raced. "Because I didn't choose?"
"Because you couldn't be forced to," he corrected. "The system depends on certainty. You introduced doubt."
The wind shifted.
Lyra felt it then—a presence at the edge of her awareness. Not the Heart. Not the Expanse.
Something else.
Watching.
"Kael," she whispered. "We're not alone."
He rose slowly, hand resting on his sword. "I know."
The air shimmered ahead of them, folding in on itself like heat above fire. A figure stepped through—not glass, not flesh, but something in between, wrapped in layered cloaks that refused to settle into a single shape.
Its face was hidden behind a mask of smooth, dark metal etched with the same fracture symbol from the map.
"Well," the figure said lightly, voice amused and dangerous, "you took longer than I expected."
Lyra stood, heart hammering. "Do we know them?"
Kael's jaw clenched. "Unfortunately."
The stranger bowed slightly. "Names are tricky these days, but you may call me Veyr."
Lyra frowned. "You're not with the Heart."
Veyr chuckled. "Oh, no. I'm what happens after it fails."
The fracture symbol on the map flared violently.
Veyr's gaze fixed on Lyra. "You broke something sacred, little bearer. And now everyone wants a piece of you."
Lyra swallowed, forcing herself to stand her ground. "Let me guess. You're here to kill me."
Veyr tilted his head. "Kill you? No."
A pause.
"I'm here to recruit you."
Kael swore under his breath.
The wind howled across the broken stone as the world seemed to lean closer, listening.
Lyra met Veyr's unseen eyes, fear coiling tight—but curiosity sparking beneath it.
"Then," she said slowly, "you'd better start explaining."
Veyr smiled beneath the mask.
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