The metallic tang of blood filled my mouth, a stark, grounding contrast to the abstract horror fading from my mind. I wiped my nose with the back of my hand, smearing crimson across my armored gauntlet. My head still throbbed, a dull, resonant ache like a bell that had been struck too hard, but my thoughts were stabilizing.

I looked around the small, earthen root-cave. The fire crackled softly. Kaelen's head was resting on his paws, his eyes wide and concerned. Rexxar was a tense mountain of golden energy at the entrance, facing the invisible threat of the city.

And Anna… Anna was watching me with a mixture of terror and desperate expectation. She needed to know what nearly killed her. She needed to name the monster.

"It's a farm," I said, my voice rough, rasping in the quiet air. I took a swallow of water from a canteen Arthur handed me. "It's not a city, Anna. It's a factory. And the people… the people are the livestock."

Anna went very still. "Are they dead?"

"No," I replied, shaking my head slowly. "That would be mercy. They're frozen. Kept in a state of suspended animation, perfectly preserved at the moment of their absolute, breaking-point terror." I described what I had seen — the endless rings of people, the vast, biomechanical heart at the center of the tower, and the wispy white threads of soul-light being siphoned from them, fed into the machine.

"It's eating their experience," I theorized, my mind racing to categorize the threat. "It's not just Essence vampirism. It's extracting specific emotional resonance. It sustains them, keeps them alive just enough to generate fear, and then harvests the output. Like… like milking a cow. Forever."

The silence that followed was heavy and sick.

"Millions?" Arthur asked, his voice low, lacking its usual scholarly detachment.

"Millions," I confirmed. "And the entity at the center… it's old. It saw my Glimpse. It didn't attack me physically; it just… dismissed me. It kicked me out of my own vision because I wasn't 'real' enough to be worth its attention."

"A system that judges existence," Arthur mused, rubbing his chin. "Eren, this implies a power structure outside the conventional tiers we understand. This 'Conqueror System' likely doesn't operate on mana density alone. It operates on Authority."

"And we cannot fight it," Rexxar grumbled, the words clearly tasting like ash in his mouth. He slammed a massive fist into the dirt wall. "To leave an enemy unconquered… it burns my pride. But if the Master says it is death, then it is death."

"Not death," I corrected, standing up. The vertigo washed over me for a second, then passed. "Eternal torment. There's a difference. We are leaving. I want to help them but it is too risky to attempt anything right now, we need more information."

I looked at Anna. She was pale, her hand resting on the hilt of her dagger, her knuckles white. She looked toward the city, hidden behind the dense jungle foliage.

"We really can't save them, can we?" she asked, her voice small.

"Not today," I said honestly. It was a bitter pill to swallow. I was a supposed protector, and I was walking away from millions of tortured souls. But I wasn't strong enough. Not yet. "If we go back there, we just add six more statues to the collection. I won't let that happen. But I'm marking this place. This 'Conqueror'… I'm not forgetting it. One day, when we understand the rules of this game better, we'll come back. And we'll turn that abomination into ash."

She nodded, a hard, determined line forming on her lips. "Okay. Then let's get out of here before it decides to come looking for us."

We didn't rush. Panic was the enemy of survival. We broke camp methodically, though we did so in absolute silence. Before we left, I led us on a wide, cautious arc around the city's perimeter, staying deep within the cover of the jungle.

My curiosity, battered as it was, demanded I verify one last thing. We reached a ridge overlooking the northern side of Va'lour. It was identical to the entrance — a seamless, laser-straight line where the riotous jungle simply stopped, terrified to touch the obsidian pavement.

I confirmed what I suspected: there were no guards. There were no patrols. The entity relied entirely on its atmospheric pressure and the trap of the tower. It was arrogant. It assumed that anything biological that entered its domain would simply succumb.

"It doesn't fear invasion," I murmured, noting the complete lack of external defenses. "It thinks it's the apex predator."

"It's quiet," Anna whispered, shivering despite the humidity. "Too quiet."

"Let's go," I ordered.

We trekked back to the landing site, the oppressiveness of the planet fading with every mile we put between us and the tower. When we finally stood before the tear in reality I had created — the portal back to the Spire — I felt a wave of relief so profound my knees almost buckled as we stepped through.

The transition was a splash of cold water. We went from the suffocating, humid, violet-tinged atmosphere of the jungle world to the sterile, majestic calm of the Foundation Spire. The vast star map swirled silently around us. The air was clean. The mana was neutral.

It felt like waking up from a nightmare.

"Jeeves," I called out instantly, my voice echoing in the cosmic stillness. "Seal the gate. Now."

"Acknowledged, Master," the Anima's calm voice responded. The portal to the jungle world snapped shut, vanishing into a pinprick of light before disappearing entirely.

"Lock the coordinates," I commanded, pacing the floor of the Spire hub. "Designate that world as 'Point Zero - Highest Level Threat'. No transit allowed without my direct authorization. Flag the resonance signature of that violet energy. If you detect even a whisper of it near any of our other portal sites, I want it on lockdown immediately."

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"Directives encoded," Jeeves replied. "The world is quarantined."

"Summon everyone," I said, sinking onto one of the floating geometric benches the Spire provided. "Nyx is deep cover, so she stays out. But bring me Leoric and Kasian. We need a war council."

Moments later, the Spire's central hub was occupied by my inner circle. Leoric materialized in a flash of blue light, looking slightly annoyed at being pulled from his forge, until he saw our faces. Kasian, in his swirling elemental of knowledge form, drifted in like a cloud of sentient storm-static.

I recounted everything. The frozen people. The machine. The "Conqueror" notification. The text that bled.

Leoric listened, his lion-like ears pressed flat against his skull, his large, spectacle-adorned eyes widening behind the lenses.

"Fascinatingly horrific," the shorter Leonine muttered, pulling out a holographic data-pad and furiously tapping away. "A bi-phasic harvesting engine? Based on emotional extraction? The efficiency implies a mastery of soul-physics that makes Kyorian tech look like stone tools. Master Eren, you say the machinery was organic?"

"Both," I said. "Gears of bone. Cables that pulsed."

"It sounds parasitic," Leoric surmised, pacing in a tight circle. "Like a tick that infects a reality manifold. If I could get scans… sensors…"

"No scans," I cut him off sharply. "Not yet. It traces intent. If you point a sensor at it, it will know. I need you to research passive detection methods. Ways to see without looking. If we're going to fight this thing, we need to be invisible."

Leoric nodded, his tail twitching with intellectual excitement over the engineering challenge. "Indirect observation. Theoretical emanations. I can work with that. I will construct probes that measure the displacement of mana around the entity, rather than the entity itself. It will take time."

"Take the time," I said.

I turned to Kasian. The Chronicle was floating silently, the swirling data-streams that made up his form shifting in color from calm blue to a turbulent grey.

"You are the Keeper of Stories," I said. "Have you ever heard of this? The Conqueror? And is it related to The Static?"

The elemental's voice was a chorus of a thousand whispers. <The records are fragmented. The Spire network is vast, but many sectors are dark. However… there are echoes. Old myths from the Pre-Purge Era. They speak of the 'Devourers of Stillness.' Civilizations that went silent overnight. We assumed it was the Empire, or natural disasters. But the Violet Truth… it appears in the footnotes of forgotten texts.>

Kasian's form rippled. <The System we use, the Prime System, fosters growth through conflict. It gives experience for overcoming. This Violet System… it is an inversion. It gives power for forceful submission. It is a cancer on the rules of the game. You were wise to retreat.>

"I don't want to be wise," I muttered, leaning forward. "I want to be ready."

I looked at Anna. She was sitting quietly, cleaning her bow. She looked small against the backdrop of the swirling galaxies, but there was a set to her jaw that I recognized. She wasn't broken. She was angry.

"This detour cost us," I said to the group. "We went there to find a challenge for Anna. To push her to Tier 5. Instead, we nearly lost her. But the objective hasn't changed. If anything, it's more urgent. That thing is out there. The Kyorians are out there. We cannot afford stagnation."

I turned to Kasian again. "I tried to pick a world based on arrogance. I did not listen to you and I was wrong. I need your guidance. I need a world for Anna. Not a death trap. Not a farm. A crucible. She needs to evolve. Her soul affinity is Decision, Time, and Consequence. She is an Archer who decides who lives and dies. Find me a place where she can forge that truth."

Kasian's form swirled violently, data sifting through his consciousness at the speed of thought. The colors shifted — amber, crimson, then a deep, cold azure.

<High Combat Density. Causality Flux. Survivable Environmental Hazards…>

The elemental paused.

<Candidate Located. Designation: World-884. 'The Plains of Severed Fate.'>

"Severed Fate?" Anna perked up, holstering her rag. "Sounds cheerful."

<It is a localized anomaly,> Kasian explained, projecting a holographic image into the center of the room. It showed a world of jagged, floating islands drifting over a sea of iridescent mist. The creatures roaming it were strange — flickering, shifting things that seemed to glitch in and out of existence.

<The wildlife on this planet suffers from 'Phase-Instability'. Phase-Stalkers, Blink-Wolves, Displacement-Drakes. They do not exist entirely in one moment. To kill them, one cannot simply aim at where they are. One must aim at where they will be. One must decide their location before it happens. It requires absolute conviction. A hesitant shot will pass through them like mist.>

I looked at Anna. She looked at the image, her eyes narrowing in calculation.

"To hit them," she murmured, "I have to enforce my truth on their location."

<Precisely,> Kasian confirmed. <It is a world that demands a strong will. A world for a Sovereign of Decision. The danger level is High Tier 4, pushing into mid Tier 5. Perfect for forcing an evolution.>

"It's not a mind-eating parasite tower?" I asked dryly.

<It is a wild, predatory ecosystem. Dangerous, but natural. No violet resonance detected.>

I looked at my sister. "Your call."

She stood up, shouldering [Final Word]. The terror of the Tomb was still there, lurking in the back of her eyes, but she used it. She pushed against it. "Let's go. I need to shoot something that bleeds."

"Then it's settled," I said.

Before we moved, I turned to Jeeves. "Status check on the home front. Has Nyx checked in?"

Jeeves' form remained a cool, impassive hologram. "Negative, Master. Nyx has maintained absolute radio silence since infiltrating the refugee exodus. This is in accordance with the Deep Cover protocols she has established. Any transmission could alert Vayne's interceptors."

I felt a prickle of worry — I always did when my family was out of sight — but I nodded. Nyx was a Tier 6 shapeshifting prodigy; she was probably the most survivable member of our team after me. "Good. Keep monitoring for passive flags. If she sends any message, I want to know before the signal even finishes buffering."

"Understood."

I turned back to the team. Rexxar had already heaved his massive claymore onto his shoulder, his tail twitching with eagerness for a fight that he could actually hit. Arthur's clone adjusted his robes, ready for another round of observation. Kaelen was stretching, looking ready to run.

"Kasian," I said. "Send the coordinates to the Ring."

I felt the Spire acknowledge the transfer. I focused my will, feeling the now-familiar drain as I accessed the portal network. I targeted World-884. The space before us split open.

This time, the air that drifted through wasn't suffocating or stale. It was crisp, sharp, and smelled of ozone and electric storms. Through the portal, I could see the floating landmasses, drifting slowly against a backdrop of erratic, shifting clouds. A creature that looked like a wolf made of static electricity flickered across the field of view and then vanished, only to reappear twenty feet to the left.

"Phase-beasts," I muttered. "Annoying."

"Targets," Anna corrected, her voice firm.

I smiled. She was back.

"Let's go get your evolution," I said.

We stepped through the portal, leaving the safe, silent sanctity of the Spire behind for the chaotic, glitching winds of the Plains of Severed Fate.

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