Dimensional slips were never silent. They simply waited for something *heavy enough* to make their rules tremble.
Arthian felt it from the first step.
"Stop," he said to himself.
Elene following behind stopped immediately. "What?"
"Don't move," he whispered, hand raised in signal.
"I don't see anything," she looked around.
"That's the problem," Arthian replied. "What will kill you *doesn't need to be seen*."
He felt it. Not sound. Not sight. But *resistance*.
The sensation like the world's skin straining to keep him from passing.
The 8% soul core in his chest didn't radiate power. It weighed down, like a stone placed on a spider's web.
Every movement made certain threads begin to tighten.
"Do you feel anything?" Elene asked softly.
Arthian closed his eyes. "Something is *watching* us."
A pause.
"No, not watching. It's *deciding*."
"Deciding what?"
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"Whether we should exist or not."
Elene swallowed. "Then what do we do?"
Arthian froze. Before anything happened to his body, he *knew*.
His left ribs burned hot, though nothing had touched them yet. The skin there sent signals as if being torn.
*Advance pain.*
"Arthian?" Elene reached out.
"Don't!" he shouted.
She stopped her hand mid-air.
He breathed heavily. "If you touch me now, it will *see* you."
"What is it?!"
Arthian opened his eyes. But not ordinary eyes.
*Eye of Veracity.*
The image that appeared wasn't the world, but *structure*.
Thousands of black threads woven silently. No center. No direction.
But every thread converged on one point.
The position where he would disappear.
"What do you see?" Elene asked, voice trembling.
"Threads," he answered, sweat seeping from his forehead. "Threads of death."
"Can you dodge?"
Arthian looked at the paths. He moved his toes slightly. The threads changed instantly.
He tilted his head. The threads contracted.
He breathed deep. The vibration increased.
"No," he said. "It's not *waiting to be dodged*. It's *testing Erasure* on me."
"Then why aren't you dead yet?!"
He smiled faintly despite the pain. "Because I *saw* it first."
A pause.
"And if I saw it first, I can choose *where to die*."
Arthian stepped forward. Very slowly. Every step through gaps between threads.
Elene watched in astonishment. She couldn't see the threads, but she saw his posture.
Saw how he avoided the invisible.
In that second, an Erasure pulse grazed past.
Arthian screamed. Blood seeped from the corners of his eyes. Body trembling.
But he still stood.
"Arthian!" Elene ran toward him.
"Don't come!" he shouted. "It's not finished!"
She stopped abruptly, looking at him with panicked eyes.
He breathed heavily, sweat pouring. "It didn't *attack* me."
Word by word.
"It just *marked* me."
"Marked you for what?!"
Arthian opened his eyes again. Eyes glowing silver.
"So I'll *remember*," he answered. "Remember that it almost killed me."
A pause, then smiled coldly.
"But I didn't die."
The black threads faded. The dimension returned to stillness.
The pain remained, but Arthian could stand now.
Elene ran over and grabbed his shoulder. "You've gone insane!"
"Perhaps," he replied. "But I'm *still alive*."
"And what did you gain now?! Besides wounds and pain!"
Arthian looked at her. Eyes still glowing silver.
"I gained something more valuable."
"What?"
He pointed ahead. The path where *death points* were thinnest appeared faintly. Unclear, but there.
"I can *see the way* now."
Elene looked where he pointed. "I don't see anything."
"Exactly," Arthian smiled. "The best paths are usually *invisible*."
A pause.
"Until someone pays the price to see them."
He stepped forward. Not fast. Not slow.
Elene looked after him, then followed. Asked nothing more.
She began understanding Arthian wasn't *running* from death.
He was *learning* from it.
And in that silence, the world began to fear.
Because prey shouldn't know they're being hunted.
But Arthian was no longer prey.
He was becoming one who *saw the hunters* before they struck.
