The Collapse of All Things

There was no up.No down.
When Akarui struck Elloran, the Inverso reacted like a wounded beast.The very fabric of existence howled.
Time fragmented.Space twisted into a spiral.Memories, futures, and possibilities collided.
And at the center of it all, Akarui floated, clutching Mira’s unconscious body as Yûna anchored them with the last threads of stability.
But Elloran wasn’t gone.
He had become Inverso itself.



— You think you’ve won? Elloran’s voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere.— I don’t need a body to reshape reality.
The sky inverted. Buildings turned into rivers. The air turned solid.
Akarui felt his own thoughts being rewritten—moments where he had never met Mira, where Yûna had never existed, where his blade had shattered long ago.
He screamed, planting his feet into nothingness, forcing his will upon a world that wanted him erased.
— NO.— THIS ISN’T YOUR STORY TO TELL.



Then… the Arkheion responded.
It pulsed, deep beneath the layers of collapsing Inverso.
Saya's voice—clear, sharp—cut through the chaos.
— Akarui. The Arkheion is a forge of souls. But it needs a catalyst.— You. Are. That. Catalyst.
Akarui understood.It wasn’t about saving the world by fighting Inverso.
It was about choosing what should remain.
He had to rewrite it.



He closed his eyes.
He felt Yûna's song.Felt Mira’s pulse against his chest.Felt the weight of every choice, every regret, every bond.
Inverso roared again, trying to drown him in illusions.
But Akarui was no longer fighting to survive.He was forging a new truth.
His blade — now an extension of his soul — flared with a brilliance that wasn't magic, nor technology.It was choice.
And with one final slash, he cut through the collapsing layers of existence.



The world stopped.
Elloran’s voice faded, not in defeat, but in release.
— You’ve chosen… well.



Akarui opened his eyes.
The sky was calm.
Tokyo… or something close to it… stood still, breathing.
Mira stirred in his arms.Yûna collapsed beside them, exhausted but alive.
Inverso wasn’t gone.
It had been… balanced.
Not erased. Not dominant.Just integrated.
The two worlds had learned to coexist.



Saya appeared, stepping out from a fading ripple.
— You’ve done it. You’ve redefined Inverso. But remember…— Every choice echoes.
She smiled, for the first time, genuinely.
— Welcome to a new beginning.

END OF VOLUME 1.