Chapter 136: The Price of Salvation

Lyrs'a POV

The new reality breathes around us like a living thing, each pulse sending ripples through the quantum fabric I've rewritten. But as the dust settles, I begin to see the true cost of our salvation. Nothing is quite as it should be—everything carries an echo of what it once was, like a song played in the wrong key.

"They're calling them the Altered," Xander reports, materializing beside me in a swirl of probability. "People changed by the reset. Some can't even maintain a stable form anymore."

Below us, in what was once the Grand Nexus, a gathering of survivors demonstrates his point. A former werewolf alpha phases between wolf and human forms uncontrollably, each shift bringing new hybrid configurations. A Fae queen's wings have become living portals, showing glimpses of other dimensions with every beat.

"How many?" I ask, though part of me doesn't want to know.

"Thousands. Maybe millions. The reset didn't just change reality—it rewrote people at their quantum level. Some a