Beyond the Shadow’s Grip

Zas was silently carving his path toward the throne of the Dog Empire.Each step echoed faintly in a world that no longer acknowledged humans.The sky was shrouded in dark clouds—not to rain, but to watch.The ground beneath his feet wasn't soil… but frozen drool, hardened over thousands of generations of dogs.

He stopped.Before the great gate that separated the outer world from the empire's heart.Mental Perception: Illusion.

The human body dissolved.His features melted into the air of thought, reshaping into the form of a gray dog—with a weary gaze and a single eye.He knew: disguise wasn't enough. He had to believe he was a dog… at least for now.

He entered.

The first courtyard teemed with guard dogs:Massive bodies, crooked fangs, and red eyes that never sleep.He passed through them the way oblivion bypasses a word in an old book.Everything was going according to plan.

In the Bone Market, where devoured memories were sold, he was nearly exposed when asked:"Where'd you get that tail from?"But he answered confidently,"I inherited it from a grandfather who carved his name on the First Barking Rock."

He passed through the fourth district, where chosen pups were raised.He saw a dog training young ones to hate human scents."One day, we'll erase humans from memory itself."He said nothing—just walked on.

In the seventh district, he collided with a squad of "Barking Reptiles"—a hybrid between snakes and dogs.He fought them.

The battle was anything but normal.Each strike was a question.Each block, a doubt in his identity."Who are you?""Are you truly a dog?""Do you think disguise is enough?""Do you know what it means to be torn from within before being torn from without?"

He answered with a strike shaped like a circle.Physical Perception: Repetition.

They fell, one after another.But each death planted a seed of doubt."Am I Zas… or just an illusion that pierced this land?"

He finally reached the imperial palace hall.This was the place where the order to annihilate the human dream on the island had been declared.And here…

The rupture happened.

A devastating perception aura rang out.It wasn't from this dimension.It surpassed everything he understood about reality.It made him feel he wasn't Zas… but a possibility of Zas.

"You are now in my grasp, intruder. Who sent you?"A voice not heard through ears—but through bone.A guttural voice, carving into the spine.Zas fell to his knees."What is this entity?"In a place that can't be called a dimension—or time.Between dimensions.Where laws unravel and light never settles.

There… where N cast Bealatis.Every sequence shattered. Every plot fractured.N released his awareness.

Spiritual Perception: Rewriting.

But not on paper.In a white space, without walls, without direction.Chaotic lines tremble—sounding themselves out in an inner voice.

"Exile.""The history of physical existence.""Changing the truth of the self."

All pulsed. All were mutable…Except for one word.

"Perception has limits… but N has other words to say."

The battle hasn't started yet.The real battle: Who has the right to write reality?