The shadows surged like a living tide, devouring the bridge in their wake. Nia stumbled, her chest heaving with fear as Eli gripped her arm and urged her forward. The molten light of the river below cast a hellish glow on Jax his facelooed devilish like lucifer himself came from hell for destruction, he stood at the far end, his figure framed by the writhing darkness.

“You can’t run forever, Nia,” Jax called, his voice a cruel melody that chased them into the mist like a sirens call.“This isn’t just about you anymore. This world is ours now!”And we will do whatever we please ane you can’t do anything about it.

Eli tightened his hold on her, his blade glinting with the faint light of the molten river below. “Nia, focus! What can you do? You’re the writer your words have power here.”

Her mind raced. It was true, wasn’t it? Her stories had bled into the real world, her imagination ripping reality apart at the seams. But she had never intended for this. Jax wasn’t supposed to be like this a villain, yes, but not... this cruel, this broken. He was supposed to be a person who knows the struggles of life,had seen all the darkness ,but not like the monster standing in front of him.

“Think, Nia!” Eli barked, his voice cutting through the chaos. “How do we stop him?”

"I am thinking." She barked back. Just give me a second.

The bridge cracked beneath their feet, the shadows seeping into the stone like poison. Jax smirked, his hand raised, ready to unleash another wave of destruction in his trail.

“You can’t write your way out of this, little mouse,” Jax taunted. “Your words are powerless here unless you mean them.” You are powerless here.

That was it. Her words needed intention, conviction. She couldn’t just describe events or hope for an outcome she had to command it.

She stopped running, pulling free of Eli’s grip.

“What are you doing?” Eli shouted, turning back to her.

“I’m fixing this,” she said, her voice steady despite the terror clawing at her chest.

Jax tilted his head, his smirk fading slightly. “Bold. But futile.”

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Nia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She pictured the bridge, the molten river, the encroaching shadows. And then, she imagined them changing. The bridge strengthened, the cracks sealing themselves. The shadows dissipated, retreating back to the corners of the world.

When she opened her eyes, the scene had barely shifted. The shadows still loomed, the bridge still trembled the sealing was still cracked.

Jax laughed, low and menacing. “You’re not strong enough, Nia. Not yet anyway.” Until you know the rules of this world.

But then she noticed something a faint shimmer in the air around them, as though the world itself had paused to listen to her commends.

“She’s learning,” Eli muttered, stepping back to guard her.

Nia clenched her fists, her voice firmer this time. “Jax, I didn’t abandon you. I created you because I believed in your story. You were meant to grow, to challenge, to change , to love and beloved. Not to destroy.”

The shadows wavered, flickering like a dying flame. Jax’s smirk faltered, his expression twisting into something unreadable.

“I don’t need your belief,” he snapped, his voice rising. “I don’t need you! I’m free now. I can write my own story, and I’ll make sure you never control me again.” l can me my own person.

The darkness surged forward, but Nia held her ground.

“You’re not free,” she said, her voice cutting through the roar of the shadows. “You’re trapped by your own pain. I wrote you, Jax. I know you. And I know you don’t want this.”And I know you also hate this.

For a moment, everything stilled. The shadows froze mid-surge, and Jax’s expression cracked, a flicker of doubt crossing his face.

"I think I'm getting through him Iam peeling his mask off." She thought.

“You don’t know anything about me,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

“I know enough,” Nia replied, stepping toward him. “You want to be more than what I wrote. And you can be. But not like this.”

The shimmer in the air grew brighter, the molten light below them pulsing in rhythm with her words. Eli glanced around, gripping his blade tightly, but he didn’t interrupt.

Jax’s hands clenched at his sides, the shadows around him beginning to dissolve into nothingness. His gaze darted between Nia and the river below, his internal battle plain on his face.

“Give me a reason,” he said finally, his voice hoarse. “A reason to stop this.”

For a moment he sounded like a uncertain little child who only wanted to be understood and loved.

Nia took another step forward, her heart pounding. “Because I believe in you. And because you’re not alone in this. None of us are.”

The shadows fell away completely, leaving the bridge intact. Jax stood there, his figure slumping slightly as if the weight of his anger had finally lifted.

But the calm didn’t last long. The mist thickened, and the air around them grew colder.

“What now?” Eli muttered, raising his blade.

Nia turned toward the far end of the bridge, where a new figure was emerging from the mist a towering, indistinct shape that radiated a dark, ancient power.

“This isn’t over,” Jax said quietly, his voice steady but resigned. “You opened the door, Nia. And something much worse is coming through.”And we need to be prepared for worse.