I walked outside in nothing but undergarments.
The wind hit me like ice—colder than it should have been. Colder than it had ever been.
I looked up.
The moon was wrong.
A light burned behind it—so bright it seared my eyes. I had to shield my face just to keep looking.
All across the city, people had gathered in the streets, staring at the sky in awe.
But I didn't feel awe.
I felt dread.
This was no coincidence. That being had visited me, and now the moon had changed.
I couldn't keep this to myself.
I ran inside, threw on clothes, and sent chasers to find every leader. We would meet in the conference hall.
Immediately.
The Voices
I arrived first.
As I waited, a ringing tore through my skull.
I collapsed, hands pressed against both sides of my head.
The sound faded slowly—but something else took its place.
Whispers.
Dozens of them. Some low. Some high. Overlapping, echoing, filling my mind.
One voice stood out.
Satan's.
I couldn't understand what he was saying—but I knew it was him.
Then the voices stopped.
I was dizzy. Disoriented.
The doors burst open.
Jax and Flake rushed in, followed by the others.
I looked at them with the most serious expression I had ever worn.
"We have a problem."
The Truth
I told them everything.
The beings. The visions. The second entity. What really happened to Mazza.
I told them about the moon—and how it had changed the moment after that creature touched me.
Cole was skeptical. So was Flake. Even Jax looked uncertain.
But Jack and Cedric stood with me.
I needed proof.
Then it hit me.
The pyramid.
"Everyone—follow me."
The White Plane
I placed the pyramid in the center of the table.
"Close your eyes."
They obeyed.
I sent energy into the pyramid.
An equal force shot back—wrapping around all of us like a cocoon of light.
SNAP.
We stood in the white plane.
And before us—Dixon and Cast.
Jax froze.
Then she started shaking.
Tears streamed down her face like a waterfall.
Dixon smiled gently. "Hi, Jax. You've grown so much."
She tried to speak. "I'm so—"
"Don't." Dixon shook his head. "It wasn't your fault. Zero already apologized. We know none of it was his fault either."
Cast stepped forward. "What brings you here this time, Zero?"
"I need to prove something."
"Prove?"
"The beings. The things that have been happening to me." I looked at them. "You can see the real world from here, right? Can you confirm it?"
Dixon sighed.
"Yes. Everything Zero has said is true."
The others shifted uneasily.
"But I don't recommend you interfere with those beings," Dixon added. "In any way."
I shook my head. "It's too late for that."
Dixon turned sharply. "What do you mean, too late?"
I stepped closer.
"One of them said I'm a portal."
Dixon and Cast's eyes went wide.
"Then it's already too late," Cast whispered.
"Too late for what?"
"Those beings aren't ordinary." Cast's voice trembled. "They're worse than anything you've ever faced. A thousand Mazzas couldn't compare."
The Story
The white plane flickered—and transformed into a realm of fire.
Flake moved to comfort Jax, who still hadn't stopped shaking.
Dixon and Cast walked toward her. Embraced her.
Then Dixon spoke.
"We've been dead for some time now. The spirits in our realm told us stories—about those beings. And now I'll tell you."
I nodded slowly. "Satan poured his memories into me. I have a general idea."
Dixon began.
"A very long time ago—before life existed—there were three immortal spirits.
Equal in power.
The first was an unnamed entity. The second was Satan. The third was the Devil.
But the first was different from the other two.
It searched for something it called life. And when it couldn't find it—it created it. Expanded it throughout existence.
Satan and the Devil were jealous.
They tried to take life for themselves.
To protect his creation, the first entity made all living creatures immortal.
But the three were equals.
So the Devil reversed it.
He stripped immortality from every living thing—and replaced it with limited time. A countdown.
Death.
Life kept multiplying. But now, death followed in its shadow.
The only way for Satan and the Devil to win—is for all life to end.
That is why the realms are collapsing.
When they merge—when everything becomes one—Satan and the Devil will have enough power to obliterate every living creature in existence."
The fire around us crackled.
No one spoke.
Even I—someone who had lost the ability to feel fear—felt a chill crawl down my spine.
Finally, I broke the silence.
"Then all I have to do is stay away from them. Right?"
"It's not that simple," Cast said.
Dixon continued. "You need protection from the first entity. The only way to receive it is through prayer."
"Then we pray."
"It may not work. Some say the entity doesn't listen—because if it loses focus, the Devil gains ground. Others say that story is a lie meant to make people give up."
I clenched my fists. "Then what's the other option?"
Dixon hesitated.
Cast spoke slowly.
"The only other option... is that you die."
My heart stopped.
Jax's head snapped toward me.
"NO."
I looked at her. My expression was hollow.
Dixon shook his head. "You can't stop them by fighting. They're immortal."
I stared at the ground.
Then looked up.
"What if we don't kill them?"
Everyone turned.
"What if we trap them?"
Cole stepped forward. "Like the pyramid. What if we get them inside—and twist the top? Lock them in another realm?"
Cast considered it. "That... might work. If it works."
I pulled the pyramid from my pocket.
We all stared at it.
It began to glow.
Energy pulsed outward—
SNAP.
Juumaa
We were in the white plane again.
But this time, only one figure stood before us.
Juumaa. Leader of the Illuminati.
He spoke without hesitation.
"I know what's happening. And I know how to stop it."
SNAP.
We were back in Forsaken.
The conference hall.
And Juumaa stood among us—physically present.
He wasted no time.
"There are three ways to stop the dark one."
He raised a finger.
"One: Pray to the first entity. Hope for divine intervention."
A second finger.
"Two: Destroy the connection between that realm and this one."
A third.
"Three: Seal them. This is the most difficult—aside from killing them outright. And you cannot seal just one. You must seal both."
Flake spoke up. "We have the pyramid. Will that work?"
Juumaa shook his head slowly.
"The pyramid channels dark magic. But to seal beings of this magnitude... you need something far more powerful."
He paused.
His expression darkened.
"You need something I vowed never to uncover. Something with capabilities too horrifying to describe."
We waited.
He spoke the word like a curse.
"Demonic magic."