Chapter 58 – The Void Calls

  The Void...

  It was not a place. Not even a dream. It was a state—like Mirellis had been ripped from reality and cast into nothingness.

  No earth beneath her feet, no air around her. Everything dissolved into soft, enveloping darkness, like the quiet, ancient soul of someone. She was neither falling nor standing. She simply existed.

  At first, there was silence. Only her breath—steady, almost alien. And then...

  A whisper.

  Not words—images, emotions, memories that were never hers, but echoed with pain in her heart.

  > You are the blood of two worlds...

  > You are the Seal, the key, and the gate...

  > You are the Convergence they feared...

  "Who are you?" she whispered, but her voice didn’t echo. It vanished into the silence.

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  > You know. You feel. Haven’t you seen? When the arrow stopped... when the Warden retreated...

  A moment flashed in her memory: the dark spear flying straight at Reyna. And how she, without thinking, raised her hand—and the spear froze in midair.

  At that time, she had been scared. Thought it was just a coincidence. Or luck.

  Now she knew—it was a call.

  The world around her began to change. The darkness trembled. Shapes started to emerge from it—blurred, like drawings on fogged glass.

  A man in black armor, whose shadow stretched across an entire world.

  A woman in light robes, her eyes glowing like the morning dawn.

  They stood side by side. Opposites. But in their hands—a child. With white hair... and eyes where the light of stars danced and the night whispered.

  "Is this... me?"

  > You are the daughter of Light and Shadow. But there is more within you. For you were born in the moment when the boundaries of worlds were torn apart. The Draught of the Void passed through you. And you... are the living Essence of what was meant to be forgotten.

  She squeezed her eyes shut. Everything inside her trembled. Her heart pounded wildly.

  She was not just a girl. Not just a survivor. Or a chosen one by chance.

  She was the legacy of the oldest power. And the seal of what had been hidden between worlds.

  > You are not a victim.

  > You are not a weapon.

  > You are the Crossroads.

  Either you accept yourself—and become a new thread in the fabric of existence.

  Or you reject it—and the rift will consume all.

  And then she saw the Rift. But not the one where she and her friends had stood. No, this one was ancient, glowing at the very heart of the void, from which waves of pain and time emanated.

  Mirellis took a step—a real step for the first time since she had arrived here.

  And the darkness beneath her feet lit up with silver-blue light.

  "I… don’t know what I will become. But if I am the reason everything is falling apart... then I will be the one to stop it."

  The whisper stopped. It grew brighter around her. Not bright—no. But softly, like pre-dawn light.

  And in this light—a path appeared. Straight, leading back to the world. To her friends. To the battle. To the answers.

  Mirellis stepped forward.

  Her hair—now with a slight sheen of darkness—rippled, as though a breeze passed through the stillness of the Void.

  And behind her...

  A creature. Enormous. With eyes that resembled hers. It was silent.

  But now she knew:

  It was inside her. Always.

  And it was no longer her enemy.