Where Reality Rewrites Itself

Previously

…Anya’s hands trembled as she clutched her backpack strap. “What is it? What’s happening?” Kai took a step closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “It’s not an external force, Anya. Not entirely.” He paused, his eyes searching hers. “It’s a reflection. A manifestation of… unrest.” Anya frowned, confusion clouding her features. “Unrest? What do you mean?” He hesitated, as if choosing his words carefully. “The entity you’ve sensed, the one causing these disturbances… it feeds on doubt. On fear. On the feeling of being an outsider.” Anya’s breath hitched. The