Unless...
There was a glitch.
Or…
Someone put a glitch there on purpose.
His breath grew cold as the image resurfaced:
The golden baby.
The tiny figure emerging from the cracked cocoon.
An executioner being born.
The fountain, the spiraling threads of existence, the tendrils holding reality, all of it wasn't just a graveyard.
It was a manufacturing chamber.
A place where life was unmade, then remade, into executioners meant to keep balance.
Empty.
Purified of identity.
He should have become one of them. His soul should've been stripped bare, folded, rewritten.
But he didn't.
Something... someone... let him slip out.
Not just him.
Aegis too.
Why?
For what purpose?
What does an entity beyond existence... seek to achieve by creating anomalies?
By letting half-formed executioners escape?
By letting them keep their memories?
Wang Xiao stopped mid-air.
A faint ripple passed through the sky around him, as if the world itself had exhaled in fear.
