The light burned first. Not like fire, not like the sun — a light that was time, bending around itself, folding, fracturing, then reassembling. Jorah shielded his eyes as the Chrono Blade thrummed violently in his hands, resonating with the roar of collapsing timelines.

And then — silence.

Jorah blinked. The world had solidified again, though imperfectly. Fragments of the previous reality clung to the edges: a half-formed tower here, a flickering street there, shadows of people who didn't exist. And in the center, standing in the void like a god reborn, was Kael.

Or what Kael had become.

He wasn't just human anymore. Not entirely. His body glowed faintly blue, etched with marks of temporal energy that pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat. His eyes burned gold, and his hair flickered as though strands were caught between moments. The Chrono Blade floated around him in a halo, slicing through fragments of reality as if testing their durability.

"Kael," Jorah breathed, taking a cautious step forward. "You… you're back."

Kael's gaze swept the void slowly, calculating. "Back?" His voice was layered — a chorus of every version of himself he had ever been, harmonizing into one tone. "I'm… something more."

Jorah swallowed. "That's… comforting?"

Kael laughed, but it wasn't the easy, sarcastic laugh Jorah knew. It was sharper, colder, infused with the weight of centuries. "Comfort is a mortal luxury."

The Chrono Blade quivered in Jorah's hands. "You feel… different."

"I am different," Kael said, stepping closer. With each movement, fragments of the void coalesced, bending to him. His presence made the air shimmer and distort. "I have tasted the collapse. I have absorbed the Architects. I am… the wound, and the scar."

Jorah clenched his fists. "That sounds terrible. Are you going to explode everything again, or…?"

Kael tilted his head, studying him like a puzzle. "I could. But you wouldn't let me."

"I didn't exactly get a say last time," Jorah muttered.

Kael's grin was faint — almost human. "No, you didn't. But this time… you might."

Jorah frowned. "You mean I get to play god now too?"

"In a manner of speaking," Kael said. He raised his hand, and the shards of broken worlds rotated around him like planets orbiting a dying sun. "I am the God-Wound, Jorah. I hold the power of the collapse, the rewrite, the loops… but that power is unstable. If I stay whole, I burn reality. If I fracture again… I die."

Jorah blinked. "So… it's a cosmic game of chicken with you and the universe?"

Kael laughed again, the sound brighter now, tinged with chaos and amusement. "Precisely. And you, my friend, are the co-pilot."

"Co-pilot?" Jorah echoed, incredulous. "You're telling me I'm helping you not destroy everything?"

"You're telling me to stop destroying everything." Kael's grin widened, faintly terrifying. "I don't just walk the line between godhood and humanity. I dance on it."

Jorah exhaled sharply. "That's reassuring."

Kael stepped closer. Each footfall caused fragments of time to ripple, forming ghostly echoes of battles and cities long erased. "The Architects were wrong," he said softly. "Time isn't a machine to repair. It's a canvas to paint. A song to compose. And I… I am both the discord and the melody."

Jorah shook his head. "You're insane. But, oddly, in a charming, terrifying kind of way."

Kael's eyes flickered. "I could fix it all. Stop the loops, end the rewrites, anchor the shards permanently."

"And that would make everything perfect again?"

Kael's grin faded. "Perfectly dead. Stability at the cost of life. That's the Architects' way."

Jorah's hand drifted over the blade. "Then we do it your way."

Kael's eyes widened slightly. "You would trust me?"

"I've trusted worse," Jorah said dryly. "And lived. Mostly."

Kael chuckled. "Mostly… yes." His body shimmered again. "But this… this is different. You have to know — if I step fully into the God-Wound, there is no going back. The world will feel the burn of my existence. Every timeline, every echo, every shadow of what could have been… will know me."

Jorah tightened his grip on the sword. "Then we make sure it remembers the right you. Not the part that destroys everything."

Kael studied him, the layers of godhood and humanity colliding in his expression. "And if I fail?"

"You won't," Jorah said firmly. "I'll remind you who you are. Every step. Every heartbeat. And if you forget… I'll carry the memory."

Kael's chest rose with a deep breath. "Then it's time."

The world trembled. The hourglass from before spun into view, its black sand twisting upward, defying gravity. Kael's form glowed brighter, the marks of time etching deeper across his skin. "Hold on," he whispered, almost to himself. "I'm going to wake fully… and I need you beside me."

Jorah nodded. "Right here. No cosmic hand-holding, no existential monologues. Let's just… do this."

Kael closed his eyes. The shards of broken realities converged around him, pulled into a spiraling tornado of time. The Chrono Blade in Jorah's hands thrummed violently, resonating with Kael's heartbeat. "I am the God-Wound," Kael whispered. "And I am awake."

Light exploded outward. Not the harsh blinding white of destruction, but a living, breathing glow that seared through the void. Time bent, twisted, and flowed like liquid gold.

Jorah felt the wind of creation rush past him, carrying echoes of infinite possibilities — lives lived and erased, battles fought and forgotten, loves won and lost. And at the center of it all, Kael stood tall, fully reborn, radiant with power, yet tethered by the faintest thread of humanity.

Kael opened his eyes — and they blazed gold, sharp, alive, aware. "Let's begin," he said.

Jorah raised the blade, standing beside him. "Let's rewrite everything."

The void trembled as the first pulse of the God-Wound rippled through existence. And for the first time, Kael laughed — not the chaotic, dangerous laugh of before, but something whole. Something divine.

The world was listening.

And it was about to change forever.

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