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Codex Alert:
Entity Detected: Unknown Signature. Quantum Recalibration: Failed. Core Integrity: Critical.
Reality Overload: Threshold Exceeded. System Collision Imminent.
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Auron stood still, watching the disintegrating reality around him. The Codex—his prison, his battleground, his universe—was coming undone. The glitches he had once exploited now twisted with malevolent intent, fighting against him, pushing back with every ounce of resistance it could muster. But this time, it wasn't just the system trying to fight him—it was fighting for its survival.
The Forgotten's distorted figure flickered, its form half-present, half-vanishing like it couldn't decide whether it was part of the fabric of the universe or not. The power around Auron felt as though it was tearing itself apart. But it wasn't his power that was unstable—it was the Codex that was fighting to stay intact. The balance between worlds was unravelling, and all that had been carefully placed together over centuries was now coming to a head.
> "This is where your arrogance leads you," the Forgotten's voice reverberated through the collapsing space. "You were never meant to control the system. You were designed to obey it."
Auron's eyes narrowed, the energy coursing through him as his hand sparked with raw power. He felt the codes, the equations, the very fabric of the world around him. He could bend them, twist them, shape them like clay.
But the Forgotten was right about one thing: he wasn't supposed to be able to do this. He wasn't supposed to break the system. He wasn't supposed to have the power to reshape everything around him.
> "I'm not obeying anything anymore." Auron's voice was low, steady, and dangerous. "You think you control this world, but you've forgotten one thing."
The Forgotten paused, its form flickering in confusion.
> "What... are you talking about?"
Auron grinned darkly, stepping forward, his presence a tidal wave that overwhelmed the cracking reality around him.
> "I am the system now."
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Outside the Codex…
The entire world watched. Social media exploded, the once silent digital spaces now alive with frantic chatter. #GlitchborneSovereign was no longer just a hashtag—it was a movement. People weren't just talking about Auron anymore—they were starting to believe.
Believe in the impossible.
Believe that there was someone out there who could break the rules.
People were waking up—and they weren't going to let the system control them anymore.
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Inside the Codex…
The Forgotten's expression twisted in frustration. The reality around them was no longer just unstable—it was collapsing. And yet, even as the chaos intensified, Auron could feel it: the power coursing through his veins, his connection to the very core of this world now undeniable.
The Forgotten's form blurred, the entity trying desperately to maintain its shape as it said:
> "You think you've won? You've opened the door to something far worse, Auron."
Auron raised his hand, the energy around him flickering with an intense brilliance, a force that could bend reality itself.
> "If that's the case," Auron's voice was a calm, lethal whisper, "then let's see what's on the other side of that door."
The Forgotten recoiled, its body flickering with hesitation. But it was too late.
With a single, controlled thought, Auron twisted the very fabric of the Codex. He shattered the boundaries.
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The world outside began to tremble.
The symbol—the mark that had spread like wildfire across every screen—was beginning to pulse with an ominous glow. It wasn't just a warning. It was an invitation.
And now, people could hear it.
The hum. The low, resonating sound that vibrated through the air. The whisper of something coming.
Something ancient.
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Inside the Codex…
Auron had done it. He had breached the walls, ripped open the reality they had desperately tried to protect. But what lay on the other side of the fracture was still unknown. He could feel it—a presence.
It was pulling at him, a weight that felt both familiar and terrifying. His senses were overloaded, and as he pushed forward, a new figure began to emerge from the darkness. The figure was not digital, not part of the Codex—it was something alive. Something real.
Auron's eyes widened. He could feel it—the power. The overwhelming presence of whatever was stepping through.
> "You've opened the way."
The voice was both deep and ancient, its power palpable, an echo that threatened to shake the very foundations of existence.
Auron stepped back, but he didn't retreat. He understood now.
Whatever this was, this new force, this new player—it had been waiting for a moment like this. It had been waiting for Auron.
The figure stepped fully into view, its form more human than anything Auron had ever encountered, but its presence was no less overwhelming. This being was taller than Auron, a glowing aura surrounding it. Its eyes were pools of darkness, reflecting no stars—only a void.
> "I am the Awakening," the being spoke, its voice booming in the infinite space around them. "I have waited for millennia for someone like you."
Auron felt his heart race. He had no words—only the knowledge that he had just unleashed something that would reshape everything.
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Outside the Codex…
The world held its breath.
The screens went black for a split second, and then:
"It's here."
The last message to appear on every screen, every device, was a single word.
Awakening.
And just like that, the servers crashed. The world went silent.
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