Location: A small Fractura at the northern edge of the battlefield — it appears as a man-sized swirling vortex, but within lies a space far greater than it seems.
Time: Irrelevant — inside the Fractura, time does not flow straight.
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🌀 Infiltration into a Broken Dimension
Real and Myra stood before the rift. Inside, a group of Aerthalia knights and young mages had vanished three hours prior.
> “We can’t let them die in there,” said Myra firmly, gripping her spear.
> “Or become part of the Fractura forever,” Real replied. “We go in. But remember—don’t trust anything that speaks.”
They leapt through — and the world shifted.
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⏳ Distorted Time
They arrived in what looked like ruins of Aerthalia — upside-down and frozen in place. Snow fell upward. The sky glowed violet.
Real heard a voice:
> “Angeline… she died here, you know?”
> “That’s not real!” Myra pulled Real back. “Fractura mimics memories and fears.”
A shadowy Angeline appeared — crying, wounded — begging for help. But Myra struck through the illusion without hesitation.
> “Focus. The ones we’re looking for… are still alive.”
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🧠 Battle of the Mind
Fractura isn’t just a physical battlefield. It attacks through trauma.
Real saw his past self — failing to save his sister during a military mission.Myra saw her father, saying she would never be strong enough to match her war-born lineage.
But neither of them ran. Neither believed.
> “I’m not perfect,” said Real, “but I can still stand… because Angeline believes in me.”
> “And I… am not anyone’s shadow,” whispered Myra. “I’m Myra Veyne. And I am enough.”
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🧬 Rescue of the Trapped
Eventually, they found seven young mages and two knights trapped in a time loop — walking the same hallway endlessly.
Myra used her spirit-marking magic, driving her spear into the ground to shatter the time illusion.
Real, using his now more stable imitation Voidstep — honed through training with Angeline — guided them out of the Fractura’s twisted logic.
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🌟 Exit Gate — With a Price
As they neared escape, a figure appeared — a small guardian entity of the Fractura, resembling a child with void-black skin and glowing eyes.
> “You cannot take them. They… belong to me.”
Myra attacked, but her strikes passed through.Real made a decision: to sacrifice a fragment of his own emotion to open a path.
> “If you want a memory… take my fear. I don’t need it anymore.”
Fractura accepted — and the rift cracked open.
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🔚 End of Chapter
They emerged. All the victims were safe. But something in Real had changed — he seemed calmer… quieter.
> “Are you okay?” Myra asked.
> “I… don’t know,” Real replied. “But if that’s the price to save them, I’d pay it again.”
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