NOVEL WEB Chapter 13: Unnamed
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There are realms no voice dares name, and truths no mind should hold.
Kaelthar stood at the farthest edge of everything—where the seams of creation gave way to something worse than nothing. It wasn't void. It wasn't darkness. It was between. A wound between reality and unreality. A place older than time, and colder than thought.
Here, space forgot how to exist. Time had never been born. The only law was collapse.
Kaelthar moved through it like a shadow carried by memory alone. His body flickered—shifting between starlight and flesh, mist and fire—barely tethered by his sheer will. Even his divine form strained under the pressure of unreality. Every step cost him something, but he walked anyway.
He had felt it days ago, when lying beside Yasaka. A pulse. A distortion. Not loud, but wrong. Like a heartbeat in a corpse.
Now he had followed that pull to its origin.
Ahead of him: a scar.
Not a tear, not destruction—but absence. The raw, ugly lack of what once might have been. Reality hadn't broken here—it had been erased. A smudge of non-existence in the shape of a crater. The place was silent, but Kaelthar could feel the echo beneath it. A tremor. A presence.
He knelt.
Placed his palm on the jagged rim.
And it answered.
A shiver coiled through his bones, ancient and vile. He recognized the presence even before it fully stirred.
"…You again," Kaelthar muttered, the words barely a breath.
He did not speak the name. Even here, it was forbidden. Names had weight, and the one buried in this rift carried too much. Even mortals and gods avoided it. Yasaka had only referred to it in whispers, as that thing, or simply him. Kaelthar and his siblings were the only ones who could utter the true names of the Outer Beings without consequence—and even then, they did so rarely.
This presence was only a fragment—a sliver of what once was. But it moved. Stirred. Hungered.
And it was being fed.
He could feel it. Someone—something—was nurturing this shard of chaos. Protecting it. Shielding it from detection. Only a handful across the omniverse had that kind of power. To veil something like that from even a Primordial's perception meant ancient cunning… and worse intentions.
Kaelthar's jaw clenched.
This shouldn't be possible. The Primordial War had ended with the Outer Beings shattered, scattered across realms where their echoes couldn't infect the multiverse again. But the laws that sealed them were beginning to thin.
He looked deeper into the absence.
There, just beyond the veil of logic, he glimpsed them: twisted symbols moving like insects, forgotten alphabets trying to rearrange themselves into shape. Cults. Unseen fingers reaching from dimensions man was never meant to know. A throne was being reforged somewhere in the dark.
He had to pull back. For now.
Kaelthar rose to his feet and turned away from the scar. As he did, the edges of the wound throbbed, almost as if watching him leave.
He did not speak.
He did not curse.
He simply left.
Elsewhere—far from the edge—was a sanctuary.
It floated between realities, suspended in calm. A garden woven into the dreams of sleeping stars. Here, light was soft and gravity hummed like an old song. Nothing hunted here. Nothing bled.
Kaelthar stepped into the realm like returning to a childhood memory. A place untouched by chaos. One of the few left.
He walked beneath towering silver trees and pale-blue leaves. At the center of the garden, beneath an ancient tree older than most universes, a single flower bloomed. Its petals shifted gently through colors unnamed by mortals.
He knelt before it.
"Still here," he whispered.
Carefully, reverently, he plucked it and sealed it in a shell of light. A gift, for one who made him feel something beyond war.
Back in Kyoto, dawn crept over the horizon.
Mist clung to the mountain paths as Kaelthar emerged quietly through the veil. The shrine grounds were calm, untouched by the knowledge of the growing storm.
Yasaka was already waiting outside, her golden hair tied back, arms crossed beneath her sleeves. Her eyes met his immediately—calm, but knowing.
"You're back."
"As promised."
She studied his expression. "You found… it."
He nodded.
Her voice dropped. "Is it waking?"
"A piece of it. Something is helping that piece grow. And it's being hidden… well."
She looked away, voice low. "Even speaking of it feels wrong."
"It should," he said. "The names are dangerous. They're not meant for your kind."
"I know."
They both stood in silence for a long moment.
Then came the rush of bare feet down the stone steps.
"Kaelthar!"
Kunou ran full speed, tails swishing wildly. Kaelthar turned just in time to kneel and open his hand. The orb of light floated up, revealing the flower within—a blooming thing of shifting hue and warmth.
Kunou gasped. "Whoa! Is that real?!"
"It only blooms once every ten thousand dreams of the realm it comes from. I thought it should belong to someone curious enough to ask questions I haven't even heard yet."
She squealed in delight and threw her arms around his neck.
"You're the best!"
Yasaka watched them from the porch, her posture softening as the moment settled.
She stepped closer. "You always do this."
"Do what?"
"Disappear into the impossible. Then come back and make it feel like none of it touched you."
He looked at her for a long time. "It touches me. It always has. But I can't bring that weight here. Not to her. Not to you."
Her eyes dropped. "It's starting again, isn't it?"
He nodded. "But I won't rush into it. Not yet. I need time."
"And us?"
He turned to her fully. "You keep me steady. You and her. That matters more than you know."
She reached out, her fingers brushing his chest lightly. "Just… don't shoulder it all alone."
"I never do. I just forget sometimes."
Yasaka exhaled, stepping close. She rested her head lightly on his shoulder. "Then don't forget again."
He closed his eyes.
For now, this moment was still. But out there, in the places between creation, they moved again. Unnamed and unseen. Crawling toward the surface of reality.
But Kaelthar would be ready.
And this time, he had something worth protecting.
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