The world trembled.
As Emiren unrolled the scroll, the air around him thickened, as if the very fabric of reality was resisting. The symbols that had once merely flickered on the parchment came alive, igniting with a silvery glow and spiraling upward.
Flamen and the Hollow stepped back, feeling the ground beneath them shift.
— What did you do? — Flamen asked quietly.
— I rewrote the boundary, — Emiren replied, his gaze fixed on the glowing scroll.
The Scribes of Eternity were no longer silent observers. One of them rose from his seat, his movements smooth yet tense.
— You have not merely altered Time, — he said. — You are creating something that never existed.
— Is that not the essence of a Creator? — Emiren asked.
And then the world split apart.
Light and Shadow
A massive rift tore through reality. On one side lay the familiar world—the currents of time, the glowing lines, the scrolls that inscribed destiny. On the other—something new, dark, undefined—a space that was only beginning to take shape.
From this void, light began to emerge. It was unlike any ordinary light—it was the essence of possibilities, of unwritten histories, of events that had not yet come to pass.
— He has opened a path to the unwritten, — one of the Scribes whispered.
— This disrupts the balance! — another exclaimed.
Emiren stepped forward, feeling the new world calling to him. He did not know what lay beyond, but he sensed—there were no limits there, only creation.
But suddenly, a hand grabbed his wrist.
The Hollow was staring directly into his eyes.
— Don’t do this.
— Why?
— Because if you cross this boundary, you will never be able to return.
Flamen stepped closer, his eyes burning with dark fire.
— You are not just changing the future, Emiren. You are erasing the past.
The Price of Creation
Emiren hesitated for a moment.
If he created a new world, the old one would no longer matter. Everything that had come before would vanish as if it had never existed.
— You may create, — one of the Scribes said. — But is creation worth the destruction of everything else?
— What if I keep both? — Emiren asked.
— Two worlds cannot exist at once if they contradict each other, — the Scribe replied.
— Then how do I preserve everything?
Silence fell.
Flamen and the Hollow waited for his decision. The Scribes could not answer. No one had ever made such a choice before.
And then Emiren understood.
He did not have to choose between the old and the new. He had to merge them.
The Synthesis of Time
He lifted the scroll and, without hesitation, cast it into the light.
The symbols that remained on the parchment soared into the air, merging with the pulsating energy. The currents of time and the new possibilities began intertwining, creating something entirely different—a world where the old and the new were no longer separate but had become one.
The rift in reality began to close.
The Scribes watched, not interfering.
— He is not destroying, — one of them murmured. — He is reforging.
— And now what? — Flamen asked.
Emiren gazed at the new reality unfolding before them.
— Now we see what comes of it.