The world trembled under the weight of those words. The ground buckled and cracked as if the earth itself was trying to reject the story being written. Liam's fingers trembled around the Infinite Pen, but even as the words took form in the Blank Ledger, he could sense something else stirring—a power that was not his own. A force from beyond the page.
**"The King has written his own ending."**
Liam's heart skipped a beat. He turned toward Elena and Finn, but neither of them looked at him. They were both staring at the darkening sky, where the stars flickered like dying embers. The air crackled with an oppressive energy, thick with the weight of unspoken things. It felt as if the universe itself had paused, holding its breath, waiting for what would happen next.
**"This is bad,"** Elena murmured, her voice low. **"This isn't just a story anymore. This is a war."**
