CHAPTER 119: THE REGENT’S AUDIENCE

The roaring cheers of the crowd were still echoing in their ears when the world dissolved into pure, white light. There was no sound, no feeling of movement, just a sudden, overwhelming brightness that swallowed everything.

For a split second, Ryan felt like he was being gently pulled apart, like a thread being unraveled, and then just as gently woven back together.

When his vision returned, he was no longer in the grand, noisy arena of the Crucible. He was somewhere else entirely.

He stood with Scarlett, Emma, and Zara in a place that made no sense. It was a room with no walls, no ceiling, and no floor. Everything was an endless, soft white, like standing inside a cloud that went on forever.

The ground beneath their feet felt solid, but it looked like mist. The air didn’t feel like air; it had no temperature and no smell. It was perfectly, impossibly still.

"Okay," Emma said, her voice sounding small in the vast emptiness. She was already scanning their surroundings, her strategic mind trying to map a place that had no landmarks. "This is... new."

Zara was staring at her datapad, which was displaying nothing but a stream of error messages. "Fascinating," she breathed, a look of pure wonder on her face.

"The laws of physics as we know them do not apply here. We are outside of normal space-time. This place shouldn’t exist, and yet, here we are. I need to take so many notes."

Scarlett didn’t say anything. She simply moved closer to Ryan, her hand instinctively resting near the hilt of her Shadowfang Dagger.

Her eyes darted around the endless white, searching for a threat in a place that had nothing to search. She was a guardian, and even in a place outside of reality, her duty was clear.

Ryan looked around for their fourth companion. "Where’s Chris?" he asked.

A quiet chuckle seemed to resound in his mind. The big one is enjoying his victory feast. He earned it. But this conversation is not for him.

The thought wasn’t a memory or an idea of his own. It bloomed in his head, fully formed, clear as a bell and warm as sunlight. The four of them looked up as a figure began to form in the white emptiness before them.

It wasn’t a person made of flesh and bone. It was a being made of pure, shifting starlight. It had the shape of a tall, graceful person, but its body was a swirling galaxy of blues, purples, and golds.

It had no face, no eyes, but they all felt its gaze upon them, a look that was ancient, powerful, and surprisingly gentle. This was the God Regent, Xylar.

Another thought, another piece of pure understanding, entered their minds. Welcome, champions. I am Xylar. And I must congratulate you. You have exceeded all expectations.

"Thank you," Ryan said aloud, though he knew the Regent could hear his thoughts. "It was a team effort."

Indeed, Xylar communicated. The starlight being seemed to smile, a feeling of warm approval washing over them. You work as one. That is rare. But your victory in the Games is not the true reason you are here. The Games themselves are not what you think they are.

Emma tilted her head. "A test?" she asked.

More than a test, Xylar explained. A filter. A way for us to search for beings of great potential. We do not look for the strongest warriors or the smartest minds.

We look for those who can do more than just live within the rules of reality. We look for those who can influence the rules themselves. We look for... Shapers.

As the word "Shaper" entered his mind, Ryan felt a jolt of understanding. His System, his Imposition ability, it wasn’t just a random power he had been given. It was a sign of what he was. He was a Shaper. He didn’t just break the rules; he could write new ones.

Xylar’s starry form turned slightly, focusing its attention on Ryan. Your power is immense, Ryan Stone. More than any we have seen in many cycles.

You shaped the water in the Arena. You shaped the starmetal in the Forge. You shape the reality around you as easily as a potter shapes clay. This is why you were brought here.

The feeling in the air changed. The warmth and gentleness were still there, but now they were mixed with a deep, heavy seriousness, an ancient sadness that seemed to seep into their bones.

You must understand the true nature of the god verse, Xylar continued. And the true nature of the Reality Schism.

The Regent raised a hand made of swirling nebulas. The white emptiness around them shifted, and an image formed in the air. It was a vision of the entire god, a web of countless sectors connected by shimmering lines of light.

Ryan recognized Sector Gamma, the Technocratic Imperium, and Sanctuary, all tiny points of light in a vast, cosmic tapestry.

You believe the Schism is an illness, Xylar explained, a chaotic energy that infects reality. That is not the truth. The truth is far more terrifying. The Reality Schism is not a disease. It is a crack in a cage.

The image of the god changed. Xylar showed them something that existed before the god, a vast, endless darkness. But it wasn’t empty. In the center of that darkness was something that made

Ryan’s soul go cold. It was a being of pure, intelligent nothingness. A thinking void. A king whose only purpose was to un-make everything.

Long ago, the Regent’s thoughts grew somber, there was an entity we called the Silent King. An anti-reality. Its goal was simple: to return everything to the perfect, silent nothing from which it came. We, the first Regents, fought it. But it could not be destroyed, for how can you destroy nothing?

The vision shifted again. It showed the Regents working together, using unimaginable power to weave reality like a blanket. They were creating the god verse, with its sectors and its Weavers and its rules of physics.

So we did the only thing we could, Xylar said, the thought heavy with the weight of ages. We built a prison around it. A prison made of existence itself. The very reality you live in, the god with all its light and life and complexity... it is the cage.

The Weavers that power your sectors are the locks on the doors. The laws of physics are the bars on the windows.

The four of them stared, their minds reeling from the sheer scale of the revelation. The Schism Cultists, the reality-warping monoliths, the chaos they had fought against, it wasn’t just random madness.

It was the prisoner, the Silent King, rattling the bars of its cage. It was the sound of the locks beginning to break.

The Schism is the sound of the cage cracking, Xylar confirmed their fears. The cultists who worship it are like insects drawn to a crack in a wall, not understanding the hurricane waiting on the other side.

The prison is weakening. And if it breaks... the Silent King will finish its work. It will un-make everything. Every star, every planet, every one of you. Everything will end, returning to the perfect, absolute silence.

The victory in the God Games, which had felt so huge and important just moments ago, now seemed like a child’s game. The cheering crowds, the political rivalries, the prizes, all of it felt so small in the face of this cosmic, world-ending truth.

They were standing on the wall of a dam, and they had just been told the dam was about to break.

Ryan looked at his partners. Emma’s face was pale, her mind struggling to process a strategic problem so large it was almost meaningless.

Zara was staring at the vision of the Silent King, a look of horrified fascination on her face, as if she were a scientist seeing a new law of nature that proved everything she knew was wrong.

And Scarlett... Scarlett’s hand had not moved from her dagger. Her expression was grim, determined. The enemy had a name now. And it was bigger than she could have ever imagined.

This is why we search for Shapers, Xylar’s final thought settled in their minds, cold and clear. Because the prison must be reinforced. And we are no longer strong enough to do it alone.

The Regent’s starlight gaze settled on Ryan once more. It wasn’t a request. It was a plea from one architect of reality to a new one.

The fate of everything was at stake.