The word "Once" carved itself into reality with the precision of a cosmic scalpel, each letter blazing with ancient authority as it rewrote the fundamental laws of existence. Lio felt the universe shudder around him, watched as the infinite chaos of competing narratives suddenly snapped into perfect, terrifying order.
The Originless entities—those mathematical precision beings, the tear-crystallized poets, the mechanical clockwork consciousness—all froze mid-action as the Original Author's will swept across the dimensions like a tide of absolute certainty. Their individual narratives, their desperate attempts to impose their own versions of truth, crumbled like sand castles before the inexorable advance of the one story that would make all others unnecessary.
