Volume 5 — Chapter 1: "The Author's Return"
The stars trembled. Entire universes froze mid-breath.
And then He stepped back through the void.
Erevan.
The being who transcended every story, who became the ink and the page itself, now walked once more among his creations.
The moment his foot touched the cosmic floor, galaxies flared like candles, bowing instinctively. Worlds remembered him their forgotten god, the one who wrote their beginnings and erased their ends.
> "You shouldn't exist," whispered an ancient voice from the silence.
"I don't," Erevan replied calmly, golden light swirling around his arm. "I'm what remains after existence breaks."
The air cracked as three Supreme Narrators, authors of other realities, appeared. Each carried the power to erase stories themselves.
Their eyes burned with jealousy.
> "You defy the Cycle, Erevan. You left the book. You became it."
"And yet," he said, raising his hand, "you're still reading my words."
With a motion, he tore apart time. Their attacks dissolved into ink and scattered into nothingness.
Reality bent. The realm itself screamed.
Erevan's aura surged black lightning interwoven with golden flames.
> "You wrote my end too many times. Now," he said, voice layered with infinite tones, "I'll write yours."
He struck once.
The universe blinked.
And when it opened its eyes again
The Narrators were gone.
Only Erevan stood, calm amid the silence of erased eternity.
He had returned not as a god, not as a character, but as the story that refused to end.