Myth Fragment: The Battle That Repeats
There was once a fight so fierce it fractured time.
Not by power, but by hesitation.
For none of them could choose the ending, and so the world began to loop.
Star walked backward. Sun refused to set. A man without thread stepped outside the script.
And in their silence, Gu no longer knew whom to obey.
The dream still runs.
Not to resolve — but to remember what even Heaven chose to forget.
In the lowest vein of the Dreamsoil layers, past even the logic-flooded vaults, a realm persists.
It is not written. It is not mapped. But every Venerable has touched it—once.
A battlefield, endless and repeating.
Star Constellation stands. Fang Yuan advances. Giant Sun bleeds into gold.
And yet, none of them speak. None of them move.
"This is not memory," the realm whispers.
"This is the story trying again."
Three shadows clash.
The outcome varies—each time incomplete.
A killer move fails. A name is swallowed. A Gu detonates before it's refined.
Each time, they return.
Each time, they diverge slightly.
And high above, watching through Dreamsoil bloom, one clone begins to notice.
"This was the cost," he says.
"We did not conclude the war. We folded it into myth."
The dream realm pulses. A figure not of battle—but of belief—steps forward.
A girl.
She watches the cycle. She does not act.
But t