The sky above Nexus Umbral shimmered like broken glass—shards of forgotten possibilities leaking through the seams. Reality had grown porous, frayed, a tapestry unraveling by unseen hands. And now… the Origin Eaters had come.
They arrived without warning—monstrous entities of shifting form and null presence. No footfalls, no sounds, no reality signature. They weren't summoned. They weren't born. They were unwritten, crawling from the void between unchosen paths, gnawing on timelines that had once almost been.
The first was shaped like a mirror folded inside out. It stalked through a ghost-version of Darius's childhood village—a place he had erased with divine wrath long ago. Its touch burned the dream into nothing. The second resembled a swarm of inked runes twisting into a serpent of smoke. Where it passed, people who had once imagined Darius into legend forgot his name. Their prayers turned to silence.
