Unwritten Mythos

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"Chaos Insurgency"

In the room of the Global Paranormal Alliance (GPA), a group of representatives gathered, their eyes fixed on a flickering slideshow that painted vivid images of chaos and devastation.

"Swordsmith can turn everything into swords," one delegate remarked, a hint of skepticism lacing his tone. "What is the principle behind such a power?"

"Is now truly the time to concern ourselves with principles?" another countered, his voice low but firm. "Our country has established a specialized organization called the Kitsune to combat these monsters, yet as you've witnessed, their numbers are few—and they have already decimated thirty thousand of our forces."

"Forgive my frankness," a third voice chimed in, a note of grim realization evident. "If it had been another nation's army—"

"You would suffer an even worse fate," another delegate interjected, a sharp edge to his words.

"Ah, so what exactly did you achieve by sacrificing those thirty thousand lives?" the first delegate pressed, eyebrows raised in disbelief.

"We eliminated 006," came the answer, heavy with implications.

"What is that creature?" the inquiry hung in the air, laden with tension.

A brief cough interrupted the flow of conversation. "I think it's time you publicly disclose all the information you possess."

"And what if I refuse?" the delegate shot back, defiantly.

"That would be unfortunate," the speaker replied, a calculating glint in his eyes. "We had intended to offer you military aid of a considerable nature."

"No need," came the swift retort. "We will handle these monsters ourselves."

"Is that so?" The smile that crept across the delegate's face was laced with doubt. "I can only hope your confidence is not merely blind."

...

Inside the crack space.

In a void shrouded in darkness, a multitude of flames flickered to life upon Mei's form, each spark a manifestation of the souls. The tiny star fires multiplied, converging into a conflagration that began to consume her very being.

"Uh!" A gasp escaped her lips as countless souls—echoes of consciousness—rushed into her, each one igniting her essence in a wild blaze. This unexpected transformation caught her off guard.

Mei's power was rooted in causal death, a force that wove fate's threads with lethal precision. When she cut the fatelines of her targets, those creatures succumbed to their destinies in a series of unforeseen accidents. Perhaps they would find themselves wandering into a perilous alley only to be met by a hidden pitfall, or beneath a collapsing billboard on a busy street. These accidents could range from trivial misfortunes to catastrophic disasters.

The scope of her ability was immense; if an individual managed to evade their imminent demise, the disasters that would befall them would only grow in magnitude. Hypothetically, if no earthly force could claim their life, the planet itself would rupture under the weight of fate's design. If the universe failed to deliver a fatal blow, then reality would unravel on a cosmic scale.

Yet, this remained a theoretical exploration, for Mei's powers had not reached such extremes. She could not obliterate the Earth, let alone the universe; she was still bound by the limitations of her semi-finished creation.

In her decisive act, Mei had severed the fatelines of thirty thousand lives, bestowing upon them the inevitability of causal death. The Chaos Insurgency had subsequently emerged, fulfilling the grim prophecy by extinguishing those lives. This sequence of events was expected; she had woven it into the fabric of fate itself.