The air around Liam rippled like liquid light, reality warping under the weight of his transformation. The Infinite Pen had not just fused with him—it had **become him.**
Finn and Elena could barely process what they were witnessing. Liam's body shimmered between human and something… **other.** The ink that had once been bound to the ledger now coursed through his veins like a living force, shaping and reshaping his form with every breath.
**"Liam?"** Elena's voice was barely a whisper.
His gaze lifted to hers, and in his eyes, she saw the weight of infinite knowledge—a mind caught between the paradox of free will and predestination. **A mortal who had become the ink of fate itself.**
**"I am…"** Liam's voice wavered, shifting in tone as if it carried the echoes of every written destiny. **"I am the unwritten. The rewritten. The—"** He stopped, his hands gripping his chest as if trying to hold himself together.
