Villain's Last Chance

The world didn't explode in the way fire consumes a battlefield or magic tears through flesh. It wasn't a violent shattering of existence.

It was worse.

It was a silent unraveling.

The moment my fingers brushed the surface of the Codex, I felt it—something pulling. Not my body. Not even my soul.

Something deeper.

I saw everything.

Not just Elara's past, but the truth behind the Codex itself. Its origin. Its purpose.

And I saw him.

Not just the man from my vision—the one who had stood beside Elara before she took this path—but something older.

Something that had been watching me since the beginning.

The darkness spoke.

You seek to understand.

I couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. The weight of knowledge pressed against my skull, tearing through every memory, every thought I had ever owned.

Because I saw it now—the connection between the Codex and the body I now controlled.

Elara hadn't been destroyed.

She had been woven into the fabric of this thing. Merged.

She hadn't just been a girl with power.

She had been a gate.

A vessel through which the Codex could rewrite reality itself.

And I—I was standing in her place.

You are not the first to bear this burden.

The voice whispered through my mind, shifting like smoke, like a presence that had existed long before this world had taken shape.

I gasped, fighting for breath, for control, for anything.

But I wasn't alone.

Because suddenly, a hand was on my wrist. Warm. Steady.

Cairon.

"Elara." His voice was sharp, cutting through the overwhelming tide of knowledge threatening to consume me. "Let go."

I tried.

I couldn't.

The Codex wouldn't allow it.

Because it had already chosen.

Me.

Cairon's grip tightened. "Don't do this."

A cold laugh tore from my throat. "I don't think I have a choice."

Marek cursed from somewhere behind us. "I knew this was a bad idea. Get her away from it!"

But Cairon didn't move.

His golden eyes locked onto mine, something unreadable flickering in their depths. "You always have a choice."

I wanted to believe that.

But the Codex was already inside me.

A thousand voices whispered in my ears, a thousand forgotten histories pressed into my mind, and I felt the weight of something far beyond my comprehension.

You can shape what comes next.

It wasn't just offering me knowledge.

It was offering me power.

The power to break the cycle. To rewrite the very fabric of fate itself.

To undo everything.

My fingers trembled against the stone.

I could fix this.

I could undo Elara's mistake.

But then—

A voice.

Not from the Codex. Not from the past.

From me.

"And if it takes everything?"

It had been her question once.

Now, it was mine.

Cairon's expression didn't change. "Then you decide if that price is worth it."

The Codex pulsed beneath my touch, its knowledge burning like fire through my veins.

And in that moment, I realized something.

The Codex didn't control me.

I controlled it.

A sharp breath left my lips. I met Cairon's gaze—and I let go.

The world didn't shatter.

The power didn't vanish.

But the whispers? The overwhelming pull?

It eased.

The Codex didn't fight me.

Because it wasn't here to enslave.

It was here to offer.

A tool. A weapon. A key.

And now, it was mine.

Silence stretched through the ruined chamber.

Marek exhaled sharply. "Well. That was dramatic."

Cairon didn't release my wrist immediately. "You're still here."

I let out a slow breath. "Yeah. I am."

And for the first time since waking in this body, I meant it.