The moment Garner vanished, the entire cavern fell into stunned silence.
Not because the battle had ended.
But because something impossible had just happened in the middle of it.
The outsider landed hard after being blasted backward by the shockwave, claws digging deep into the shattered ground. Its hollow eyes widened as it stared at the place where Garner had disappeared.
For the first time since it entered the cavern—
its hunger became mixed with something else.
Confusion.
"What… was that…?"
Leo moved first.
His body dropped low, shoulders rolling forward like a beast about to tear into prey. Golden essence exploded from him in a savage burst, and the ground beneath his feet cracked as he launched himself.
"You don't get to think."
BOOOOM!
His fist smashed into the outsider's face and sent it skidding across the cavern.
It crashed through a crystal pillar, bounced once, and slammed against the stone wall.
Before it could recover, Leo was already on it.
Even in human form, he fought like a predator.
No wasted movement.
No hesitation.
He did not exchange blows like a man.
He mauled.
His elbow crushed into the outsider's throat.
His knee drove into its ribs.
His hand seized its skull and smashed it into the wall again and again until the stone itself caved.
The outsider roared and lashed out wildly, black-red claws tearing across Leo's shoulder.
Leo did not retreat.
He grinned.
A cruel, feral grin.
"There you are."
A savage headbutt exploded against the outsider's face.
CRAAACK!
Bone broke.
Blood flew.
The outsider howled and kicked away with desperate force, putting distance between them at last. Half its face had caved inward. One eye was swollen shut. Its chest was still blackened from King's earlier strike, and now even more loose essence was spilling from its damaged body.
But the thing still stood.
Still fed.
Still stared toward the path Garner had taken.
King's gaze remained fixed on the broken line split across the cavern floor.
His expression had changed.
For once, the childlike tyrant did not look playful. He did not look curious.
He looked old.
"Leo," he said quietly.
Leo did not look back.
"I know."
King's voice lowered.
"He did not borrow a path."
Leo's pupils narrowed.
"He made one."
A deep croak thundered through the cavern.
The guardian had moved.
Its massive body shifted between the heart of the vein and the outsider, blue crystals pulsing all across its skin. The giant frog-like creature slammed one crystalline limb into the ground.
At once, the exposed heart of the Space Stone vein responded.
The countless blue crystals embedded in the cavern brightened.
The pressure changed.
The outsider's expression twisted.
It felt it immediately.
The loose essence drifting through the battlefield began sinking back into the vein instead of floating freely through the air.
Leo bared his teeth.
"Good."
King stepped forward at last.
His miasma spread silently over the shattered floor like dark water.
Where it passed, broken fragments of essence dimmed.
Not destroyed.
Silenced.
Starved.
The outsider's smile vanished.
It had entered this place like a starving beast into a treasury.
Now the treasury was closing.
The guardian sealed the vein's excess.
King's death power was suppressing what little remained loose on the battlefield.
And Leo—
Leo was still stalking forward like an apex predator that had finally found something worth ripping apart.
The outsider spat blood.
"You knew."
King answered calmly.
"We built the barrier because we knew."
Leo cracked his neck.
"We hunted your kind before."
The outsider's hollow eyes narrowed.
Then it laughed.
Even with half its face ruined, it still laughed.
"That barrier…" it rasped. "Will break."
King's gaze remained cold.
"Not today."
The outsider's arm twitched.
Black-red veins flared brighter beneath its skin.
Leo's expression sharpened.
"It's going to burst."
"Then don't let it aim at the vein," King said.
The outsider suddenly slammed its own claws into its side.
Leo's eyes widened.
The creature tore a chunk of flesh from its own body and crushed it in its palm.
An instant later—
BOOOOOOM!
A violent blast of corrupted essence exploded outward.
The shockwave ripped through the cavern, hurling crystal shards in every direction. The outsider did not aim for the heart of the vein.
It aimed for the tunnel.
For escape.
For pursuit.
For Garner.
Leo cursed and crossed his arms in front of him as the explosion hit.
The guardian roared and lowered its body, shielding the exposed heart of the vein.
King's miasma swallowed the worst of the blast, but the outsider had already moved.
Not by space.
Not by any higher law.
It simply kicked off the collapsing stone with desperate, ruinous speed and shot through the fractured tunnel like a wounded animal chasing blood.
Leo lunged after it instantly.
But King's voice stopped him.
"Leo."
The Razorback Alpha skidded to a halt, golden aura snarling around him.
"Move."
King's eyes stayed on the ruined tunnel.
"If you chase now, who protects the vein?"
Leo's jaw tightened.
King continued.
"And who checks whether the boy survived?"
That stopped him.
For one breath.
Then another.
The savage golden aura around Leo trembled before settling.
"Tch."
He glanced toward the tunnel, then toward the long cracked line Garner's forced escape had left across the cavern.
The outsider had escaped with half a face, a ruined chest, and a broken body.
But it had also escaped with something far more dangerous.
A scent.
Garner's scent.
Leo spat blood to the side.
"That thing won't give up."
King's gaze darkened.
"I know."
The guardian croaked once, lower this time.
Not a warning.
A question.
King looked toward the hidden path Garner had torn open.
"Yes," he said softly. "We find him first."
Far from the heart of the vein, deeper along the mountain's outer arteries, Garner coughed himself awake.
Pain came first.
Not sharp.
Not clean.
It was everywhere.
His chest felt hollow.
His bones felt heavy.
His veins burned as if molten iron had been poured through them.
He rolled onto his side and immediately vomited blood onto the stone.
For several seconds, he could do nothing but breathe.
His body no longer felt like his own.
Every muscle trembled.
Every breath scraped his throat.
And worst of all—
when he forced his eyes open and looked around, the world was almost empty.
The strings were still there.
But faint.
So faint.
The blue strings that had once filled his sight like rivers and skies were now so dim they looked like fading scratches across reality.
Garner's heart tightened.
No.
Not gone.
Just beyond him.
His essence was too drained.
Too broken.
He had forced something he was never meant to force yet.
His body was paying the price.
He tried to sit up.
A wave of dizziness slammed into him.
The tunnel spun.
Stone walls blurred.
He nearly blacked out again.
Then—
Pop.
A tiny sound echoed in the darkness.
Garner blinked weakly.
A small blue frog stood two meters away on a stone ledge, its round body glowing faintly.
A teleportation frog.
Then another appeared beside it.
Pop.
Then a third.
Pop.
Garner stared through blurred vision.
"What…?"
The frogs looked at him silently.
The first one hopped once.
Vanished.
Then reappeared farther down the tunnel.
It turned and looked back at him.
Garner frowned weakly.
"No way…"
Another frog jumped beside the first.
Then another.
One by one, the tiny blue creatures formed a scattered line deeper through the mountain tunnel, each glowing faintly in the dark like living guideposts.
Garner let out a broken laugh that quickly turned into a cough.
"You're kidding…"
The first frog blinked.
Then hopped again.
Waiting.
Garner glanced behind him.
Far away—
faintly, very faintly—
the mountain was still trembling.
The battle had not ended.
And if the outsider escaped that chamber, then staying here in the open tunnel would be suicide.
He clenched his jaw.
"Fine."
Using the stone wall for support, Garner forced himself onto his feet.
Pain exploded through his entire body.
His knees nearly gave out at once, but he caught himself.
One step.
Then another.
The frogs waited.
Whenever he slowed too much, one of them would hop forward and glow just a little brighter, as if urging him onward.
Garner dragged himself deeper into the mountain.
The tunnel narrowed.
Bent.
Twisted.
Several times the path became so broken he almost thought it ended, only for a frog to pop through a crack and appear on the other side, forcing him to climb through after it.
His body screamed with every movement.
Blood still trickled from his nose.
His essence core felt like a dried lake.
But his mind refused to let go of one thought.
He had done it.
He had truly done it.
Not folded an existing path.
Not borrowed the vein.
Not followed an already present law.
He had created a connection that had not existed.
A newborn string.
An impossible law-path.
Even now, the memory of it made his scalp tingle.
And terrified him.
If it had cost only essence, that would have been one thing.
But it had not stopped there.
When his essence ran out, the law had kept taking.
His blood.
His strength.
His body.
As though the world itself demanded payment for allowing such an impossible thing to exist even for a second.
Garner's fingers curled into fists.
So that was the price.
To create what did not exist—
he would have to pay more than a normal taker ever could.
The frogs stopped at the mouth of a narrow chamber hidden behind a broken slab of stone.
It was barely large enough for a person to rest inside.
Natural.
Concealed.
Easy to miss unless one was looking directly at it.
Garner stared.
"You found this?"
A frog blinked at him.
Then, with a soft pop, it vanished.
The others followed one by one.
Pop.
Pop.
Pop.
In seconds, the tunnel was empty again.
Only Garner remained, leaning weakly against the stone.
For a moment he almost called after them.
Then he stopped himself.
The mountain trembled again in the distance.
Closer than before.
His face hardened.
He staggered into the hidden chamber and collapsed against the wall.
He tried to regulate his breathing.
Failed.
Tried again.
Forced his mind to stay awake.
His fingers brushed the rough stone floor.
Cold.
Silent.
Still real.
He needed to recover.
Needed to think.
Needed—
A pulse hit his chest.
Garner froze.
Something cold slithered beneath his skin for an instant.
His breathing turned shallow.
Slowly, he looked down.
There, just above his collarbone, faint black-red lines had appeared beneath the skin.
Tiny.
Thin.
Like half-healed scratches made of shadow.
Garner's eyes widened.
The outsider.
That brief contact—
that one instant when it tried to draw essence from the battlefield and reached toward him—
it had left something behind.
A mark.
Not enough to cripple him.
Not enough to devour him from afar.
But enough to remember him.
Enough to scent him.
Garner's mouth went dry.
"…Damn it."
He pressed his palm against the mark instinctively.
The faint black-red lines dimmed, but they did not vanish.
The mountain trembled again.
This time, another sound reached him too.
A roar.
Leo.
Even muffled by stone and distance, the sheer beastlike violence of it made the chamber vibrate.
Then came a second presence.
Not a roar.
Not thunder.
A wave.
A low, suffocating pressure that rolled through the mountain like death itself had taken a breath.
King.
Garner exhaled shakily.
So they were still alive.
Still fighting.
Or perhaps ending it.
He wanted to stand.
Wanted to go back.
Wanted to see what became of the outsider.
Instead, darkness crept over his vision again.
His body had reached its limit.
Before unconsciousness took him, Garner looked once more at the faint black-red mark beneath his skin.
The outsider had learned his scent.
But Garner had learned something too.
Space was not merely a law to understand.
It was a law that could be written.
And if he survived long enough to master that—
then one day, even monsters that fed on kingdoms would no longer have the right to hunt him.
His eyes slowly closed.
At the ruined tunnel near the cavern's edge, the outsider staggered to a stop.
Its breathing came ragged.
Its face was a ruin.
Half its ribs were exposed.
One arm twitched uncontrollably.
Far behind it, the pressure of King and Leo still filled the mountain like a nightmare closing in.
The outsider leaned against the wall and laughed weakly.
A broken.
Mad.
Satisfied laugh.
It lifted one clawed hand and touched the mangled side of its face.
Then slowly, it pressed that bloodied hand against its own chest.
There.
Beneath the rotting hunger.
Beneath the corruption.
Beneath the endless appetite.
It could still feel it.
A trace.
A thread of stolen scent.
The law-bearer.
Its hollow eye widened with delight.
"Found you…"
The outsider shoved itself upright and disappeared into the darkness of the mountain with limping, monstrous speed.
Not to fight.
Not yet.
Not in this condition.
But to survive.
To recover.
To devour.
To climb.
And then—
to return.
Because now it knew with absolute certainty what the Overlords would want.
Not the kingdom.
Not the barrier.
Not even the vein.
The boy.
The one who had forced space itself to obey.
Back at the shattered heart of the cavern, Leo stood amid broken pillars and crystal dust, golden aura still crackling around his body.
His breathing was steady now.
But his eyes were wild.
The guardian had already lowered itself protectively over the heart of the vein. King stood before the long crack in the floor, staring at the place where Garner had made the impossible happen.
Leo walked over and stopped beside him.
"It got away."
King nodded once.
"For now."
Leo folded his arms.
"You think the boy can survive that?"
King was silent for a long moment.
Then he looked down at the split earth and the fading distortion still clinging to it.
"He survived the first step," he said.
Leo frowned.
King's expression did not change.
"That is already more than most would have done."
Leo let out a slow breath.
Then he smirked.
"Crazy brat."
King's small face remained unreadable.
But his voice, when it came, was quieter than before.
"No, Leo."
He looked toward the hidden path beyond the ruined tunnel.
"What he did was not madness."
The miasma at King's feet stirred.
"He reached the beginning."
The cavern fell silent again.
And in that silence, even the ancient guardian did not croak.
As if the vein itself understood that something had changed.
Not in the battle.
Not in the barrier.
Not in the kingdom.
But in the world.
A law-bearer had taken his first step toward writing the impossible.
And from this moment on—
nothing would remain simple.
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