The paradox sphere convulsed.
Waves broke in the Red Dawn.Thunder split the sky in the Blue Storm.And at the center of both worlds, the Third Kael—the unstable one—reached out with a shaking arm:
"Please—don't let me disappear!"
Their voice was raw.Too raw.A terrified mixture of Kael's own tone and something else—like a mind that had never been allowed to finish forming.
Red Kael and Blue Kael moved at the same instant.
Two worlds.Two truths.
One goal.
Red Kael Makes the First Move
Red Kael stepped directly into the distortion field.
Villagers screamed behind them.
"Kael! Stop! Come back!"
But Red Kael didn't look back.They pushed through the shimmering space until their hand hovered inches from the sphere.
The air felt… wrong.Thick, like pushing through liquid glass.Red Kael's vision doubled, then tripled—showing alternate versions of themselves forming and dissolving within the sphere's reflections.
The Third Kael flinched.
"Don't touch it! It'll tear you apart!"
