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Kieran's veins pulsed with spiral light, his small frame trembling as Elias's memories flooded his mind—Lila's smile in a dead timeline, the Weaver's threads strangling cities, Zara dissolving into stardust. He screamed, and the air around him fractured, revealing glimpses of Neo-Pandoras that never were: a utopia of glass, a wasteland of ash, a labyrinth of mirrors.
"Make it stop!" he begged, clutching his head as chrono-energy crackled in his tears.
Lila knelt, the Compass in her hand resonating with his pain. "Focus on my voice, Kieran. You're not alone."
"But I am," he whispered. "He's everywhere. Elias… the Weaver… they're all inside me."
The fractures widened.
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The sky shattered like glass. From the void stepped the Overseers, beings of crystalline light and shifting geometries, their voices harmonizing into a verdict:
"This reality is unstable. It must be pruned."
Behind them, an armada of silver ships materialized, their weapons humming with starfire. Jax raised his plasma cutter, snarling, "You wanna prune something? Start with your face."
"Stand down, Jax," Lila ordered, eyeing the Overseers' leader—a figure shaped like Elara but forged from cold logic. "What do you want?"
"Order," the Overseer intoned. "Your world's paradoxes risk the multiverse. Surrender the anomaly." She pointed to Kieran. "Or be erased."
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Alternate Time
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In a Neo-Pandora where the Weaver reigned, Lysandra Veyra knelt before a throne of bones and Hourglasses. This timeline's Lila lay broken at her feet, the Compass shattered.
"You failed here," Lysandra told the corpse. "But your failure feeds our victory."
She plunged a Weaver shard into her chest, her body dissolving and reforming as a hybrid of flesh and fractal light. Lysnadra looked at the face of the new hybrid. It look exactly like her.
"Go." Lysandra commanded to the new Lysandra.
The throne crumbled as she stepped through a fracture—into Lila's world.
"Hello, auntie," she smirked at Elara's memorial hologram. "Let's finish this."
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Neo Pandora
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Wren hacked into the Overseers' network, her screens overflowing with alien code. "They're not just judges—they're gardeners. They've erased thousands of worlds."
"Can we fight them?" Jax asked.
"Not head-on," Wren said. "But Kieran's a walking paradox. If we amplify his signal, we could… confuse them."
Lila gripped the Compass. "Do it."
Kieran screamed as Wren's tech synced with his chaos. The Overseers flickered, their crystalline forms glitching.
"You… defy… entropy," their leader hissed.
"Damn right," Jax said, firing.
Lila, Wren and Kieran ran away from the Overseer.
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Lysandra ambushed them in the chrono-core, her fractal claws tearing through steel. "You think you won? The Weaver is eternal. I am its voice."
Kieran staggered forward, Elias's memories hardening his gaze. "And I'm its reckoning."
Their clash birthed storms—Lysandra weaving threads of control, Kieran unraveling them with raw paradox. The Overseers recoiled, their order shattered by the chaos.
"Enough!" Lila plunged the Compass into Lysandra's core. The cult leader laughed, dissolving into light.
"You… can't… kill… faith…"
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The Overseers retreated, their armada crippled. But Kieran collapsed, his body fading.
"The paradox is consuming him," Wren said. "We can stabilize him… but it'll tether our timeline to the multiverse. Make us a target."
Lila cradled Kieran."What do you want?"
"To fix it," he whispered. "To be normal."
She activated the Compass, its light rewriting his code—erasing Elias's memories, silencing the Weaver's voice. Kieran's glow faded.
"Thank you," he breathed, now just a boy.
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The sky healed, but the Overseers' warning echoed: "This is not over."
In the shadows, a figure watched—Elias's mirror-image, clad in Overseer crystal. He lifted Kieran's discarded chrono-toy, its light reflecting infinite Lila's, infinite Jax's, infinite wars.
"Begin the next cycle," he ordered.
To Be Continued…