Beyond the borders of Adrasteia,
in a place where reality is not entirely solid,
and time does not move in one direction,
something stirred.
They were not Factions.
Not gods.
Not world-makers.
But they were Guardians of Transition.
Entities that do not create,
do not destroy,
but only appear when a world begins to change shape.
And they had read the symbol:
ADR—
Two of the entities stood across the third layer of World Six's reality.
Soundless, formless.
Known only by their vibrations of meaning.
One resonated as Eil-The: reader of possibilities.
One pulsed as Vorann: predator of uncertain directions.
Vorann spoke first—not with a voice, but with the wound of reality:
"Three letters are not enough. But too close."
"If the symbol is given voice by more than half the citizens…
a new form will lock itself in."
Eil-The replied:
"And once that happens,
World Six will lose control of the narrative form.
We cannot reverse it.
We can only embrace it or kill it."
