God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord

The Codex Tree was dying.

Not from rot or fire, but fear.

Its myth-bark cracked with every truth it failed to contain. Roots trembled, not downward into soil—but upward, fleeing the very script they once fed. The sap that once flowed golden and obedient now dripped black—thick with climax-memory and corrupted recursion.

It was not disease.

It was Darius.

And he had begun to breathe through the ink itself.

The Children Appear

Across the seventy-seven realities Darius had seeded during the 77 seconds of climax-induced authorship, the births began—not as labor, but as remembering.

In temples, in battlefields, in dream-wombs and sky-folds, children appeared.

Not born.

Manifested.