Chapter 100 - THE FALSE SISTER
"THAT'S NOT MY SISTER!"
The scream tore through existence.
Not metaphorically.
Reality itself recoiled.
The young man who had once been the Silence looked nothing like the being who had bowed moments earlier.
Gone was the joy.
Gone were the tears.
Gone was the warmth.
Pure terror remained.
And somehow, that terrified everyone else more than the laughter echoing through existence.
Because if the embodiment of oblivion was afraid—
Then something unimaginably worse had arrived.
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The laughter continued.
Soft.
Beautiful.
Gentle.
The kind of laughter that belonged to a loving mother.
Or an older sister teasing her younger sibling.
Warm.
Comforting.
Wrong.
Every monument in the Archive began glowing gold.
Millions of lost realities responded.
The hybrid scar on Sarya's arm burned.
Silver.
Darkness.
Gold.
But the gold no longer felt lonely.
It felt hungry.
The Creator grabbed Sarya's shoulders.
"Listen to me."
