The man lifted his face slowly, his eyes sharp even though the fog still covered most of his details. His hands were clenched on the table, as if he was holding the push of instinctive to immediately stand up and challenge the sound that had just echoed. There was tension on his shoulder, the tension of a person who was accustomed to facing danger, but this time did not know what to face.
"What do you mean ... our destiny is not ours?" His voice was heavy, muffled by fog, but still radiated a firm tone. "Who are you really? Why are we here?"
The question slid like a knife, sharp, demanding an answer. But I can feel back to his courage-there is a feeling of discomfort, almost like fear that tries to be covered by a stubborn attitude. He did not believe it, but he could not ignore the fact that he was truly dragged into a strange place that was impossible to explain.
On the other hand, the woman showed a far different reaction. His body leaned a little forward, his eyes shiny with a curiosity that was almost out of control. His hands folded on the lap, his fingers squeezed each other small, not because of fear, but because of nervousness mixed with enthusiasm.
"Destiny is not ours ..." he repeated slowly, as if tasting those words, then smiled faintly which was even closer to the feeling of being fascinated than anxiety. "I know ... I know one day I will find something like this."
His eyes turned to the table, tracing the surface of a vague carved surface, then stared at the fog that protected me with full interest. "I often feel ... the world is too narrow. That there is something bigger, wider, waiting behind a boring daily life. And now ... I really saw it. "
The tone of his voice was soft, but there was a spark of passion that was difficult to hide. In contrast to the man beside him who tried to question everything, he was more like a researcher who had just found concrete evidence from his obsession.
However, both the man's sharp gaze and the highlight of the woman's desires, both of them were now on me. I can feel the weight of their attention, two different souls but both are trapped in the fog web that I built.
I leaned my body against the chair, letting the silence back down. The pocket clock echoes slowly, rhythmic, marking the time that continues. And in that silence, I just said:
"The answer will come ... if you are able to bear it."
The fog around the table trembled, as if to confirm my words.
The man was still doubtful about the answer he received, it was not an answer but like a question. Like what you want to know and won't be able to return if you know it.
And the woman immediately agreed without knowing the conditions that would be given the figure.
The fog trembled softly, as if welcoming my decision. I raised my hand, and the table that previously only served as a separator has now turned into a giant screen made from a condense fog. The faint shadow begins to appear, vibrate, then form a clear picture.
First, the towering modern city towering, the neon lights that are blinking, dense traffic. A life they usually know. But the next second, the sky above the city began to crack, like a glass hit by sharp objects. From the cracks of the cracks, the red light gushed, burned the night sky, followed by a roar that could not be called from humans or machines.
The buildings collapsed. The streets are filled with fire and blood. Giant figures with foreign bodies-some resembling humans, some like animals, and some cannot be understood by the normal-emergence of the gap, spreading unrelenting destruction.
The man to the left of the table gritted his teeth, his face stiffened when he saw humans running around just to be crushed in one slack. His hands were clenched so hard that his fingers turned white. He did not ask this time, just staring intently, as if trying to hold the emotional waves that came insistently.
While the woman on the other side closed her mouth with her hands, her eyes widened, but not solely because of fear. There is horror, yes, but also a sense of disbelief that is wrapped in donation. The world that collapsed before his eyes was not just the end, but the proof of the hunch he always kept.
The shadow continues to roll. Human army tried to fight with modern-tank weapons, missiles, fighter aircraft. But everything seemed in vain. Their weapons hit, just to bounce, or scratch the thin creature without really hurting.
Then the fog forms something different: giant figures, far bigger than monsters running on the streets. Their form is vague, shrouded in light, but every movement they bring world scale destruction. They are not just foreign creatures-they are ** gods **.
The man's eyes widened, this time could not hide his surprise. "God...?" He muttered, almost suffocating.
The woman shivered, her body trembled violently. "So ... all those myths ... real ...?"
I didn't answer. Only let the shadow continue to roll until it reaches its peak: the crushed earth, the boiling sea, the split sky, and the sound of human screams that are increasingly fading, replaced by absolute silence. Extinction.
The fog receded, leaving only tables and chairs. The picture disappeared, but his silence was still piercing.
I leaned a little forward, the sound echoed from behind the fog:
"That is the future to come. Human extinction, under the steps of the gods of other worlds. I can make you forget about it, planting other memories so that you live calmly ... But if you choose to remember, then you will carry the burden of this knowledge."
I stopped for a moment, letting my words permeate, then add in a heavier voice:
"Choose ... want to sleep in a comfortable lie, or awake in a deadly truth."
Pocket clocks beating loudly, as if confirming that their time to choose was not long.
After the reminder the man immediately agreed to the proposal given, and before he wanted to ask further the world of fog slowly disappeared and the last word he heard was.
"Every week 3 o'clock we will always hold this meeting"
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The fog light slowly faded, like the waves that receded leaving empty sand. Seconds of pocket clocks that had previously ticked now disappeared completely, leaving a strange silence that pierced the ears.
The woman moved first. His eyes opened half, his breathing was heavy as if he had just come out of a tiring long dream. He found himself back in a simple dim room, a wooden table with a pile of books, candles extinguished with thin smoke still steaming. He held his head, feeling faint dizzy.
"... I dreamed?" he muttered softly. But when he closed his eyes for a moment, his heart was pounding uncontrollably. Fog shadows, long tables, and foreign figures faintly burst from inside his head, even though it immediately disappeared before it could be understood. What is left behind is just a cold in the bone, as well as a strange feeling ... that something big is waiting.
On the other side of the city, the man woke up with a body full of sweat. He was still wearing his sleepwear, sitting on a narrow living room sofa with a burning television displaying night news. But his mind was far from the screen. His hands trembled as he tried to reach a glass of water, but he stopped himself. Something in him whispered he should not forget this feeling, even though he was unable to explain his origin.
"Why do I feel ... the world will end?" He hissed, almost without a sound. He looked at the window of the apartment that was blurry by dew. The lights of the city are still blinking as usual, but for his eyes that night, everything looks fragile. As if the light could go out at any time, swallowed greater darkness.
And I-who remain in the world of fog-sitting alone in a chair that is now empty around the table. The man and female chair had disappeared, absorbed back into the vortex of fog, leaving a silence that was almost sacred.
I opened the pocket clock that had been hanging in the air, listening to the beat that reappeared. The sound is now no longer just a sign of time, but a reminder: that the seeds have been planted. They will not remember clearly, but fear and hunch will guide them.
"You will be forced to choose," I whispered to the fog. "And when it came ... you won't be able to refuse my path."
The fog stretched, responding with a faint whisper that sounded like a prayer that was never finished. I closed my eyes, letting the voice seep into my mind, then slowly cut off relationships with their real world.
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In this fog world, a vague memory of the future returned to penetrate my consciousness, like a dim light that slowly revealed the shadow of the past. Every detail about the path recipe to be extraordinary or a god reappears with a scary sharpness - not only the name of the path or symbol, but also the ritual, the sequence of steps, the energy that must be absorbed, and the internal balance that must be maintained.
In previous life, I could only reach Sequence 1 from the Gatotkaca path. Not because I lacked talent - Instead, my potential was almost unlimited - but because I was too focused on the knowledge of the era of the gods who reappeared. I drowned in theory, cosmic history, and the mystery of the past, while the actual practice - energy energy, interaction with paths, and internal competition between paths - forgotten. It was a mistake that almost made me lose the opportunity to rise higher.
Now, in this fog world, all of that returns in a different way. I not only remember how to master the path, but also the internal structure of the path itself - how the energy of the fog world resonates with the body, mind, and spirit, how each sequence requires a different level of concentration and balance, and how that power can breakor bounce if the conditions are not fulfilled perfectly.
Unfortunately, my memory is not perfect. Of all the paths that might exist, I only remember the six paths that can bring humans to be extraordinary, and four paths that can bring to the level of gods. Even among the paths that I know, small details about rite variations or ritual materials are often vague-can only be resolved with intuition or direct experience.
I remember clearly the conditions that must be met so that failure does not occur. Internal energy balance, certain breathing rhythm, the composition of ritual materials that must be precise, time in the fog cycle, even mental and emotional conditions must be calibrated. Any small mistakes can destroy the path to the byonder, cause an internal energy explosion, or even erase memories of the pathway forever.
In addition, I remember ** How to accelerate the absorption of strength **: aligning the body with the frequency of fog energy, utilizing the symbols of the path as an internal catalyst, and building resonance with the path that is being used. This is not an instant process; Every step must be carried out in a certain order, and every step is wrong can reduce effectiveness, or even cause unexpected side effects - such as mind disorders, temporary physical weaknesses, or small cracks in their own consciousness.
The most tense is that the path to become a god is not only about mastering power, but also ** internal competition **. Every level increase means having to compete with other paths - both on the body itself or with other forces. Other path energy can interfere with resonance, create internal conflicts, or even revoke some of the abilities if not careful. There is no easy way; There is no shortcut.
I stared at the fog around me, judging my next distance and direction. Every sequence of paths that I remember is now a complicated map that I must translate into concrete action. The four paths to the god are key, and they are waiting to be tested. I have to prepare myself-thoughts, bodies, and spirits-to face the most complex challenges ever, in the world of fog that swallowed the boundaries between reality and dreams, between life and strength that even gods must be careful.
And in the midst of the fog, I realized: This second chance is not just about strength. This is about knowing the path, understanding the mechanism, competing, and surviving among thousands of other pathways waiting to assess my feasibility. Only those who are able to conquer this complexity can go up to the level of the god, and I have begun that journey once again.
After enough time to write the recipe I immediately came out of the world of fog, not because the energy consumed was too large but in there I would not be able to step into Sequce 7. Because of the absence of spiritual energy and life in there to meet one of the conditions.
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