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The Primordial Sea failed to heal.
That was the first sign.
Long after the had closed and the sound of Xyrrath's laughter had diminished to nothing, the water still flowed wrongly. The tides looped on themselves. The light bled where it shouldn't. The ancient creatures that lived beneath the surface no longer slept soundly—some tossing in troubled dreams, others awakening to urges that had never dwelled within them in life.
Tiamat felt it all.
She stood immobile upon the blue hardness, her fingers closed around the ache, her binding to that realm a burning nerve. The sea spoke to her—not in language, but in discomfort. In puzzlement. In suffering.
"…It's spreading," she said softly.
Kaelthar nodded. It was a thing he, too, felt, in his own way. Where Tiamat felt a kinship with the sea that bordered on incorporation, he sensed *the failure of structure*, a lack of definition in rules, a weakening of causality, small cracks appearing where there should be none.
"Not fast," he said. "Deep."
The water that supported them rippled once more, but this time, it failed to follow Tiamat's commands. It throbbed on its own, as if an irregular heartbeat.
That caused her to gasp.
"This realm is closed," she said. "Severed from the rest of existence. Even the Root is barely in contact with it. How can the presence of such a realm escape?"
Kaelthar's eyes
"Because Xyrrath isn't forcing his way out," he said. "He's *anchoring* himself
She turned to him. "To what?"
Kaelthar lowered his
"To you."
The words cut deep.
Before Tiamat could answer, the sea convulsed.
Rumbling far beneath, one of the ancient shapes burst from the depths, forcing a path through the water and the light. The creature was enormous, a serpent with jagged fins on its head and burning eyes. Something, though, was not quite right.
Its scales were cracking.
Dark veins ran between them, oozing a hue that had never been in the Primordial Sea before, a liquid distortion of light that pulled it inwards rather than reflecting it.
The beast growled.
It wasn't pain.
It was hunger.
Tiamat's hand came up quickly. "Stop,"
The order embodied her authority—absolute, primordial, preeminent
The creature stopped mid-rise.
However,
For a moment, a flicker of relief appeared in her chest.
Then the beast's eyes changed.
They no longer looked at her.
They **looked past her.
The darkness within its veins stirred once more, stronger now, and the sea shook with the creature's growl—it was not a growl of defiance, but of puzzlement, as though it was divided within itself on how to feel.
Kaelthar moved forward
"That's the leak," he said. "Xyrrath's presence is filtering into the oldest things first. Beings who lack concepts. Lack protections."
Tiamat lowered her hand slowly.
"…It's corrupting them
"Yes
She swalve^Wed. "And if it keeps on
Kaelthar did not temper his reply.
"Then this sea becomes a breeding ground."
The creature beneath suddenly convulsed, then ran back into the depths, vanishing into the darkness.
Silence ensued.
It had been a brittle silence now.
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In a distant land, far from the Primal Sea, far from its seals, from its layers, the effects had already begun to manifest
In the overall multiverse, small deviations started to show themselves.
In one of the timelines, a Grail ritual went array, conjuring something that had no name, a resonance that ate its Master before becoming static.
In another, a bounded universe curved inward, imploding on itself like a dead star.
Even the Root stirred—not alarmed, but *uneasy*, as though a single grain of sand had come to reside within something infinite and perfect.
None of it led back to a source.
But Kaelthar sensed the thread.
"It's not attacking directly," he said. "Xyrrath is letting reality do the work. Weakening laws. Introducing contradiction."
"And it all leads back here," Tiamat said, her voice strained.
Tyr crouched
"Yes
She turned to the never-ending sea, her eyes black.
"Then tell me why?" she said. "Why my realm. Why me."
Kaelthar
Not because he didn't know.
Because it would make a difference.
"You were born before order was established," he said finally. "Before chaos was confined. Before systems knew how to self-correct."
She listened.
"This sea," he went on, "is one of the last places in existence that still remembers what creation was like *before rules*. Before fate. Before the Root imposed structure."
Realization dawned on her face.
".A womb," she whispered.
Kaelthar nodded once
"A perfect one."
The sea trembled once more.
This time, the water sucked in, making a spiral in the distance. In the center, a darkness formed—not a rift, not a tear, but a *stain*.
The laughter of Xyrrath echoed
"Ahhh… she understands
The voice came from everywhere once more, but this time it was weaker, as if it came through the sea itself.
"You see it now, Sea-Mother," Xyrrath purred. "Why this place sings to us."
Tiamat's fists clenched. "You want to use my realm."
"To rebirth, then," Xyrrath corrected gently. "To correct a
Kaelthar's eyes were aflame. "Creation is not
Xyrrath laughed. "That's where you and my master disagree."
The darkness at the heart of the spiral pulsed, with visions spilling into the surrounding water, vestiges of what might be, compelled into existence.
"Abominable shapes erupting from the abyss. Creatures with dragon's bones warped by contradiction. Entities part-formed, part-thought, shrieking with no mouths. Beings who warped probability by sheer presence alone."
Tiamat stumbled backwards a step.
"You would have me give birth to *that*?" she said, a mixture of horror and rage in her voice.
"Yes," Xyrrath said calmly. "By corruption, not consent. By resonance, not force."
Kaelthar stepped in front of her, his aura blazing brighter, the sea churning violently.
"You won't," he said. "I won't allow it."
"Oh, Order," Xyrrath sighed. "You're already too
The visions changed.
They revealed the Prime Sea to be thoroughly corrupted—its waters darkened, its elder monstrosities transformed from portents of doom to harbingers of destruction. Out of the Prime Sea, unholy armies spilling from the multiverse, seeping into tears in reality, consuming worlds not by conquest, but *contradiction*.
"And when they are born?" Xyrrath went on, his voice full of reverence, "they shall bear her mark. The original power, unfettered by fate."
Tiamat felt ill.
".For your master," she whispered.
"Yes
The darkness intensified.
"For the Warden of Chaos and Discord," Xyrrath chanted.
"To erase creation once more.
"To return everything to the beautiful scream before order."
Kaelthar's energy burst outward, the sea screaming in outrage as the fabric of reality stretched to the breaking point.
"You already tried that," he said coolly. "And you lost."
Xyrrath's laughter
"And yet," he said, "here we are again."
The spiral started contracting, the ink growing thinner as the servant pulled back.
"This is a favor," Xyrrath said. "A warning. The corruption has started, but it can still develop."
The voice trailed off.
The sea trembled one final time. then abruptly fell still.
Tiamat stood frozen, panting.
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".He's using me," she said. "My nature. My realm."
Kaelthar turned to her.
"And now you know why he's interested," he said quietly. "Why this verse matters."
"She met his gaze."
"
"Then I won't let him take it," she said. "I won't let my sea become a cradle for that sort of life."
Kaelthar nodded once
"Good," he said. "Because if he succeeds—"
"He stared out over the darkened waters." "this time, creation may not survive the reset." Something stirred once more deep beneath. And the Primordial Sea, for the first time in its life, started to *repudiate itself*
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