Silence crushed the world after Michael's declaration.
Then one voice broke it.
"Who the hell do you think you are?!"
Xain turned.
Mr. Adams.
Of all people, the fearless corporate tyrant decided to scream at an Archangel.
Michael's head lowered slightly. His unseen presence tightened the air.
"Watch your tone, mortal. Were it not for the Resonance Law, I would have fed you to the depths of the underworld for disrespect alone. You are fortunate the law exists. It keeps us from acting… for now."
The crowd trembled. Mr. Adams kept barking insults like he still ran a meeting.
Michael didn't bother replying.
Instead, his voice boomed again — cold, absolute, merciless:
"The Stars, Constellations, Lords, and other Beings have grown bored of your dull existence.
You have two weeks to make your world worth watching.
Fail… and we cross the resonance law.
We intervene.
And the price will be unforgettable."
Wings exploded into light.
The sky emptied.
And the world broke.
The Two Weeks of Madness
Every country. Every city.
Africa. Asia. Europe. America.
They all witnessed the same beings.
Heard the same message.
In their own languages at the exact same time.
Scientists lost their minds.
Religious leaders screamed signs of the end.
News channels became chaos control centers.
People cried. Some prayed. Some simply shattered.
Even Xain couldn't explain how one voice spoke every language at once.
Then the owl returned.
Same golden glow. Same annoyed energy like it despised being here.
It dropped another letter.
Longer. Heavier. Cold like judgment.
Rules. Conditions. Clarifications of the Star Contract. Where to sign. With the Writer's symbol already stamped.
And one terrifying line:
"You have an hour to make your decision."
Xain thought. Hard. Future? Unknown. Risk? Absolute. But doing nothing?
Worse.
He signed.
"Can I talk to the Writer?" he asked.
The owl stared like he was the dumbest creature alive.
Then flew away.
Three weeks broke the world.
HildOid's "perfect company" collapsed to a skeleton office. Employees vanished. Productivity died. The building became fear in glass form. Mr. Adams stopped showing up. Only James, Markus, Jed and some few workers still came — because they didn't know where else to go.
Outside, the city wasn't a city anymore. People shouting repentance. Others claiming aliens. Governments confused. Technology failing as panic throttled civilization.
Lower beings enjoyed the chaos.
Constellations and Lords watched like a show.
But the Stars?
They weren't enjoying anything.
For the first time in forever…
The cosmos felt uneasy.
And Xain?
He laughed at work for the first time in his life… but that laughter carried fear.
Because now his signature meant something real.
The Mountain
Night fell.
A voice whispered again.
"Go to the mountain. Wait. Watch the North, East, and West."
He obeyed.
Cold wind. Dark sky. Silence heavy enough to crush thought.
Then—
The North Star blazed. East ignited. West flared.
Reality bent.
Something stepped into existence.
Xain couldn't describe it. Not a face. Not a form. Just presence.
A being beyond definition.
"I am the Writer."
Time didn't move for a second.
"I grant you authority — the pathway to becoming a supreme being. You will not be handed power. You will earn it. Your choices will echo through cosmos."
Xain swallowed. "This feels like some fantasy movie…", he said in his mind.
"You are not in a fantasy," The Writer responded instantly — reading his thoughts like open text.
"This world? I built it. I can tear it apart anytime. But I won't. That is why beings like you exist."
"Then why create humans just to become entertainment or prey for higher beings?" Xain demanded.
The Writer didn't answer.
He simply vanished.
Leaving questions heavier than fate.
Two Weeks Later — The Breaking Point
Nothing improved.
Then… the final day came.
A voice roared into every human soul.
"You foolish creatures. You failed to make your existence worth consuming.
Now we shall intervene."
Ears rang. People screamed. Some fainted. Some collapsed. Some bled. The world buckled under divine pressure.
But Xain?
He stood.
Perfectly fine. Untouched.
A Star not fully born… But partially awakened.
The North Star noticed. Their cosmic gaze lingered on him.
And then turned away.
Because they already knew.
Xain's era was coming.
Whether the world was ready or not.