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Chapter 24 - Chapter 24: The Executor

I felt him before I saw him.

Not hostility.

Not killing intent.

Finality.

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> [Entity Detected:]

— Exorcist Executor

Authority Rank: High

Combat Priority: Absolute

"…That's not ominous at all."

> [Recommendation: Avoid Direct Contact.]

"Trust me, I planned to."

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The temperature dropped.

Not cold.

Empty.

As if something essential had been erased from the air.

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A figure stepped onto the rooftop across from me.

White robes.

Black markings.

A face calm enough to be terrifying.

He carried no weapons.

He didn't need them.

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"Free Spirit," he said.

His voice wasn't loud.

But it arrived.

"You are a deviation."

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> [Authority Pressure: Extreme]

My core screamed.

I nearly lost cohesion.

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"I'm just… existing," I replied through clenched focus.

"That is the problem."

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The space between us folded.

Distance lost meaning.

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> [Containment Zone: Established]

"…I hate when people do that."

> [Agreement: Strong.]

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Symbols burned into the air.

Not chains.

Not barriers.

Declarations.

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> [Executor Skill Detected:]

— Law of Severance

The name alone made my core tremble.

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"You will be corrected," he continued.

"Resistance is inefficient."

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I scanned.

No gaps.

No blind spots.

This wasn't a net.

It was a verdict.

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> [Survival Probability: 9%]

"…System?"

> [Suggestion: Delay.]

"Helpful."

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I gathered emotion—

But it dispersed instantly.

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> [Effect Nullified: Authority Override.]

"…So I can't fight."

> [Conclusion: Correct.]

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The Executor raised his hand.

Light condensed.

Not energy.

Judgment.

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Time slowed.

I thought—

Not of death.

But of erasure.

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Then—

The world tilted.

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A pressure slammed sideways into the containment zone.

Crude.

Violent.

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> [External Interference Detected!]

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A roar echoed through the sky.

Not a sound.

A presence.

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The Executor turned.

For the first time—

His expression changed.

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"…Rogue."

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A massive shadow coalesced between us.

Twisted.

Ancient.

Laughing.

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"Still using rules, monk?" the thing boomed.

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> [Entity Identified:]

— Rogue Spirit Lord (Fragmented)

Threat Level: Catastrophic

"…That's worse."

> [Assessment: Significantly.]

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The Executor stepped back.

Not retreating.

Recalibrating.

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"This one is under observation," he said.

"Do not interfere."

The rogue laughed.

"Too late."

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The containment zone fractured.

Just enough.

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The rogue's gaze dropped to me.

Amused.

Interested.

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"Little free one," it rumbled.

"Run."

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I didn't argue.

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I compressed everything—

Core.

Presence.

Fear.

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> [Skill Used:]

Emotional Camouflage – Overdrive (Unstable)

Pain tore through me.

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> Spirit Core Integrity: 58% → 44%

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I slipped.

Not away.

Between.

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The world snapped back into focus miles away.

I crashed into open air.

Barely coherent.

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Below me—

The city burned with symbols and shadows colliding.

Above—

Rules and chaos clashed.

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> [Status Update:]

Survived Encounter: Executor

> [New Flag:]

— Witnessed Law-Level Conflict

"…I'm never complaining about hunters again."

> [No disagreement detected.]

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I drifted.

Broken.

Alive.

And very, very noticed.

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