Aether watched as the body of his younger self fell to the ground, blood spilling from the place his blade had burst through.
Ironic, a Reader Fragment, the Demon of Dread everyone feared... he doubted he even existed. He, just like the others, was made from human emotions.
But... was the book not done?
Aether stared in confusion, seeing how the book had yet to end. After all, he had defeated the final boss; wasn't it supposed to end? Hadn't he completed the book, had he not created a worthy ending?
But then suddenly, he felt the ground under him shake. Falling, the darkness under him was falling, so he quickly ran towards the throne, the only thing that remained.
The ground was gone, only the throne, and an empty crown that had just now appeared, after killing the Demon of Dread. Aether was confused, but who wouldn't be? He took the crown, putting it to the side, as he sat on the throne.
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And then he heard a voice.
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