Jack shook his head slowly.
"No. That’s not it. He knew our names. He targeted us directly. Someone like him shouldn’t be defeated just because of carelessness."
Amelia’s lips pressed into a thin line. She didn’t want to admit it, but she agreed.
"You’re right. Something feels wrong. Even if he didn’t expect Venyth, it’s strange he didn’t defend himself properly."
"Well, not many people know my actual ability," Felix countered. His voice was steady, but there was a hint of defensiveness in it.
"Maybe. But someone like him should still know to you could kill anyone if your bullets land. It feels... off," Amelia said.
The three of them fell silent for a moment.
Amelia’s senses prickled suddenly.
She stiffened, and her head snapped upward before she even realized she was moving.
Her body froze.
Jack noticed her reaction and followed her gaze.
His eyes widened as he took in the sight above them.
A blood-red sun hung in the sky.
Its surface churned as if it were alive, pulsing faintly with a steady rhythm.
"Did your World have a sun...?" Jack began, but the words died in his throat.
Because there wasn’t just one sun.
Far from their location, another blood-red sun burned in the void.
Its glow wasn’t warm or distant like a star should be.
Instead, it was sharp, focused, and heavy, as though it were staring directly at them.
Jack’s lips parted slightly.
The air was frozen in his chest.
Something about the suns felt wrong. Very wrong.
"They’re not suns." Amelia’s voice trembled, though she fought to keep herself calm. "Those are eyes."
Her hand clenched tightly.
She forced herself to look toward the headless corpse of the invader that still stood frozen where it had fallen.
"His eyes."
Jack stiffened instantly.
A cold sensation spread through him.
He closed his own eyes for a moment, expanding his senses outward with force.
At first, there was nothing.
Just the battlefield, the lingering traces of power, and the shadows of his summoned undead that had yet to fully dissipate.
But then he pushed further.
And he saw it.
The entire Solar System was floating inside the palm of a hand.
And from above them, that massive being was looking down on them with those red, sun-like eyes.
Jack’s mind raced.
Had they been fighting a clone this entire time? Or was it some sort of projection?
If that was true, how had they failed to notice something large enough to hold the Solar System in its hand?
"Ah."
The thought hit him suddenly, and the pieces fell together.
"He isn’t big," Jack whispered, voice flat with realization. "He turned us small."
The words felt absurd even as he said them, but they made too much sense to ignore.
Scale had been shifted.
Their reality was twisted, and forced into a smaller frame so the truth had been hidden until now.
But how?
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