Would there be consequences?

  The thought echoed in her like an unbidden question no one can answer but her... She clenched her hand into a fist, restraining herself. No. Not yet.

  Pushing aside the rising questions, her attention was drawn elsewhere.

  Something in the depths of this strange realm called to her... a presence, locked away yet pulsing with meaning. She turned her gaze and saw it.

  A massive, imaginary padlock.

  Bound by an intricate web of strings, it loomed like an unbreakable seal. The chains wrapped tightly around it, layer upon layer, keeping whatever lay inside from escaping. But the words…

  Floating just above the lock were glowing inscriptions, suspended in the air as if carved from pure will.

  "As all things were made, so shall they be unmade... By Her Will."

  Emma frowned slightly. Her will? Who?

  The thought bubbled through her mind as she drifted closer, the weight of the words pressing into her chest. The padlock itself pulsed faintly, a quiet thrum vibrating through the air as if reacting to her presence.

  Then, she noticed it.

  One of the strings had come loose.

  Her fingers twitched. It was a small, insignificant thing... a single thread barely hanging in place. Before she could stop herself, her hand moved, instinct taking over. She reached out, not to break it, but simply to fix it. To put it back in place.

  Flick.

  The instant her fingertip brushed against it, something inside her snapped.

  Kack!

  The world around her lurched.

  The padlock shuddered, tremors rippling through the strings as if they were unraveling all at once. A force, something primal and vast stirred beneath it.

  The sudden shift wrenched her mind away, an overwhelming flood of thoughts surging like a violent current. Reality came crashing back.

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  Boom!

  Her eyes flew open, breath sharp as the sound of impact roared through the air.

  She turned sharply toward the source.

  Matana.

  The massive feline beast that devoured all things was still locked in battle against the six deer-like entities, his body wreathed in dense, dark frost. His glowing blue eyes burned with intensity, his form a silhouette of power against the chaotic battlefield.

  His tails lashed out, a blur of motion as they struck two of the entities, pinning them momentarily before they twisted and broke free. The beasts were relentless.

  Muuuuuu!

  Their distorted cries echoed like a chorus of broken horns as they charged again, unyielding.

  Emma exhaled, steadying herself.

  Her gaze flickered downward.

  She was still inside the protective sphere of nothingness, the one Matana had formed around her, its presence shielding her from the battle. The sight of it made her lips curve into a small, appreciative smile.

  "I'm done," she murmured softly.

  The moment the words left her mouth, the barrier dissolved.

  Its formless existence unraveled like mist, fading into the air as she slowly began to rise up to her feet.

  Her movements were fluid, effortless, as if the world around her had adjusted to her presence.

  Reaching to her side on the floor, she grasped the Sword of Fate.

  The ethereal blade hummed in her grip, its glow casting a ghostly radiance around her.

  The cat-like ears atop her head flickered.. then dissolved away.

  Her golden eyes dimmed, their brilliant feline gleam retreating, returning to their natural white hue. Her unique white eyes...

  Emma stood there for a moment, the weight of everything settling in her mind.

  And then, she smiled again..

  A slow, knowing smile as she exhaled softly, then shut her eyes.

  The battlefield remained distant for a moment, the fight continuing just beyond her. But inside the darkness of her closed lids, she saw them.

  The six deer-like beasts.

  Not as bodies. Not as creatures.

  But as infinite threads of fate.

  Each one stretching, tangling, intertwining.. impossible, eternal.

  And yet…

  A whisper of possibility flickered through her thoughts.

  She smiled slightly.

  What if all those infinite strings… became one?

  A slow, steady breath.

  What if one thread was all they had?

  And if cut...

  What then?

  A slow exhale escaped Emma’s lips, her breath merging with the unnatural stillness of the void. Like a ripple distorting the surface of existence itself, something shifted, a forceful change, not just within her, but in the very fabric of reality. The infinite strings of fate once entangling the six deer-like entities twisted, condensed, and collapsed into a singular thread.

  One string.

  Her fingers twitched slightly, gripping the Sword of Fate tighter as her mind grasped the weight of what had just happened. This was it, this was the power that could sever even the intangible, the unreachable, the ones who dwelled beyond dimensional existence.

  Her eyes snapped open.

  And in that moment, everything changed.

  The swirling expanse of interwoven destinies had vanished. All of their infinite possibilities, their shifting threads of existence, had been forced into one. One absolute. One end.

  With The Power Of The Eyes That See All Things As One.....

  The Power Emma Had Just Manifested!