Abyss Draconis

"This is an urgent update from the BBM group of News Reporters."

"In a stunning and unexpected announcement, the humanitarian coalition known as the Starweave Organization has officially been disbanded by its founder and now Ex-PeakWeave, Asteralaxia."

"The organization, credited with coordinating disaster relief efforts across affected Knull Areas and saving millions during the Knull Invasions, ceased all operations this morning."

"Their relief camps, outreach centers, and regional outposts have begun shutting down, leaving the Top Factions and other allied organizations scrambling for answers."

"No official statement has been released explaining the reason for the disbandment, and when reached for comment, the founder, Peak Weave Asteralaia, declined to provide details, stating only that 'the time has come for change.'"

"World leaders and citizens alike are left in confusion, fear, and speculation, as one of the most trusted offices for good in modern times vanishes overnight."

"It feels like we've lost the sun," said one volunteer in tears. "Why would she do this?"

"Stay tuned for more updates to follow—only on the BBM Group of News Reporters."

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The sound of ringing echoed through the silent, dimly lit blue room.

The device rang on the table. On the sofa sat a figure, a cup of coffee, now cold, placed to the side.

The device kept vibrating on the table before it was eventually shut off, revealing a notification showing 1,700 missed class alerts and 4,500 unresponded messages.

Silence continued for a while, as the blue-haired figure looked at the setting sun over the city skyscrapers.

Her eyes didn't show emotion—only a quiet storm of buried fury and confusion.

Eventually, her hands reached for the coffee. She lifted it, only to frown in annoyance.

"Cold," Aster muttered, placing the cup down again.

She picked up the buzzing device, about to cancel the incoming call, when her gaze froze at the name of the incoming call flashing on the screen.

"Sir Azraken Drevanox," she whispered, staring at the ringing device.

Her expression softened slightly before she finally swiped right to accept the call.

"Miss Asteralaxia?" The voice from the other end was mature and calm.

"I'm sorry you had to disband your organization," he said, as Asteralaia rose to her feet and stepped closer to the glass.

"Why would you say that? I was the one who disbanded the organization," she replied, her tone firm.

A sigh came from the other side.

"You didn't disband the Starweave Organization, Miss Asteralaia. I've only worked with you for just over a year, but I know one thing for certain—such a decision is illogical under any circumstances."

"Not like you, Miss Asteralaia. Not after all the hard work, the countless reports, the field testing, and the presence. You wouldn't throw it all away."

"Sounds more to me like it was a case of no choice…"

Her hands curled into fists.

"But I'm not calling to dwell on pity, Miss Asteralaia. Right now, I'm in a hall with 24 of the top factions of Endearth. Each one, every one in this room, wanted to say thank you."

"Thank you for all the help. The evacuation of 58,000 during the Fourth Knull Invasion. The 472,000 Endearthian civilians evacuated during the Sixth Knull Invasion."

"The coordination between Eternal Stage experts. The efforts that led to tracking down the Knull rift, thereby saving another 234,000 lives from complete early chaos."

"All of this would normally fall on our shoulders—and I'll be honest, we're only capable of so much."

"But ever since the creation of the Starweave Organization, all lives usually lost during Knull Descents have dropped drastically—from 70% to 0.5%."

"The organization may be disbanding, but no one would ever argue that you didn't do everything possible for Endearth—especially as someone who had no origin here, no obligation to care about its survival or fate."

"For this, we are all grateful. And the Starweave Organization shall not be forgotten, for as long as Endearth continues."

From beneath the surface of his words, Aster could feel the genuine, almost unearthly support of those present in the room.

"The organization may have been dissolved," he continued, "but fear not. We, of the Ascension Alliance, will now take charge of ensuring safe cautionary measures once we've located the next Knull Gate. You have my word—no lives will be lost due to the absence of your organization."

"That," he added, "you can be assured of, Miss Asteralaxia."

Asteralaia inhaled deeply, her clenched fist slowly relaxing.

"Thank you, Sir Azraken Drevanox."

"That should be our line, Miss Asteralaxia."

"But one more important piece of news..." he said, and Aster instinctively raised her brows.

"And what is that?"

"We've received an update on the whereabouts of the Ex-Supreme Weave of your organization. It has been confirmed, with approved imagery."

"And now, we're debating our next course of action."

"I understand you've also been trying to locate him. Hence, the location is being sent now to your device…" he said.

A notification popped up before Aster, showing the image of a snowy, isolated island, along with the directions.

"The top factions have gathered to decide his fate — but before any action is taken, we wanted your insight."

Sir Azraken's voice echoed out as Aster closed her eyes, the cold calm words echoing in her mind

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"And that reminds me. If there's anyone you trust among the Ascension Alliance or other factions… then tell them not to come to my island."

"None of them who come to disturb my peace will return alive."

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"Can I ask for one more favor from you, Sir Azraken Drevanox, as the Ex–Peak Weave of the Starweave Organization?" she asked suddenly.

Silence fell on the other end of the phone, and she continued.

"Then please. Send none of your experts to his location."

"I request his forgiveness for his breaking into the TitanForge Foundry."

"And I henceforth, he will be stopped from causing any further disturbances."

"But please, for all of your good. Then send none to that Island."

There was a collective gasp and a rustle of murmurs echoing behind Sir Azraken other end of the phone—an unfolding chaos.

But then a throat warm from Sir Azraken settled the room, restoring calm before he finally spoke his next words.

"..."

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