(Lawless Arc: Prelude to the Threshold)
No one knew when the veil became fragile.
Not even the System.
Kael felt it first—because he always did.
The cosmos around him was quiet, but not empty.
It pulsed like a hidden heartbeat under the skin of reality.
Every crack in the Lawless Arc had led here, stacking like forbidden scripture carved into spacetime.
The Crown of Null Gravity hovered above him, no longer flickering, but waiting.
The Forgotten Star inside his chest was colder now. Still.
Not silent because it was calm—
Silent because it was bracing itself.
Je raised a hand toward the air.
The air bent. Not obeying him, just acknowledging him.
[System Notice: Chapter Approaching Threshold of Recognition.]
[Seal Integrity: 2% remaining.]
Kael smirked—not in triumph, but in warning.
"Let it stay thin," he whispered.
"Let them wonder."
Because a thin veil means one thing:
Something massive is about to push back.
The void shifted behind him.
No shape formed, no voice announced itself—
But for the first time in weeks…
Kael sensed an audience older than gods leaning closer.
Not to bow.
Not to hunt.
To finally witness.