Silence.
It was deeper than the abyss and more tense than the anticipation of a storm.
The scroll before Emiren no longer shifted. The symbols were frozen as if Time itself had held its breath, waiting for his decision. Flamen and the Hollow stood beside him, each of them feeling reality stretch around them, balancing on the edge of change.
The three guardians said nothing more. They only watched.
And then Emiren reached out his hand.
The scroll unfolded before him, revealing secrets no mortal should have seen.
The Scribes of Eternity
Before his eyes, a space filled with glowing threads unraveled. They stretched in endless spirals, weaving together, diverging, and reconnecting at points that defined the turns of history.
These were the currents of time—every possibility, every choice, every life that could have been but never was.
At their intersections sat figures cloaked in darkness. They bent over scrolls, their quills inscribing new events into the fabric of existence, correcting old ones, sometimes even erasing entire fragments of time.
They were the Scribes of Eternity.
— They change Time? — Flamen asked in astonishment.
— They do not change, — the shadowed guardian said. — They correct.
One of the figures lifted its head. Beneath the hood, there was no face—only a luminous void in which thousands of events reflected.
— You were not meant to see us, — a voice echoed. — But now that you are here, do you know why you have come?
Emiren tightened his grip on the scroll.
— I want to change what is considered impossible.
— And are you ready to pay the price?
— I came knowing the consequences.
— That is not an answer, — another Scribe said. — That is an excuse.
And suddenly, the threads of time around them trembled.
Rewriting Fate
The world around them shifted.
Emiren, Flamen, and the Hollow found themselves on a vast bridge stretching through infinity. Beneath them flowed rivers of light—the very currents of time, moving between past and future.
And then he saw her.
A woman standing at the very edge of the bridge. Her dark hair was swept by the wind, and in her hands, she held a scroll, similar to the one he had.
She had already made her choice.
— Who is she? — the Hollow asked.
One of the Scribes appeared beside them.
— She is the one who rewrote Time before you.
— What happened to her?
The Scribe silently pointed at her hands.
The scroll she held was unraveling. The symbols were vanishing, as if being devoured by the void itself.
The woman slowly turned her head. In her eyes, there was nothing—no fear, no regret, not even understanding.
— She lost herself, — Flamen whispered.
— Those who rewrite fate erase part of their own existence, — the Scribe explained. — It is not punishment. It is law.
— And I will disappear too if I do this? — Emiren asked.
— Yes. The only question is how much you are willing to lose.
A Path of No Return
He already knew the answer.
Flamen and the Hollow were watching him.
— You don’t have to do this, — Flamen said.
— But if you choose to, we will follow you, — the Hollow added.
Emiren felt the scroll pulse in his hands, responding to his thoughts.
He was not afraid of vanishing. But he feared one thing—that even by changing everything, he might change nothing at all.
— What if I don’t just alter the flow of time, but create a new one?
The Scribes froze.
— No one has done that before, — one of them said.
— Because to do so, one must erase the very rules by which Time exists, — another added.
— I know, — Emiren replied.
He unrolled the scroll.
And made his choice.