The darkness thickened over the AU faster than you could even comprehend what was happening. It wasn't just darkness - it was a viscous, dull emptiness in which the code bugs were moving. The lines of reality were bending, breaking, like torn lines in a program, and a painfully white light was breaking through the cracks.

You felt an electric chill running across your skin. It wasn't just a premonition of danger - it was a call to something that was inside you. The power to rewrite the AU code. To change the physics, the plot, the images... But you had another ability that no one knew about - the ability to pull code from other universes and weave it into your own. This made you not just an anomaly - you were a threat to any reality.

Sound. Crunch. A black crack in the air opened up like a knife blade, and he came out of it.

A dark silhouette in a fur collar, a white skull with empty eye sockets, from which red reflections were glowing thinly. In his hand was a scarlet energy blade, leaving behind a red trail, like blood on glass.

“Found it,” — the voice was muffled, low, with a barely audible echo.

He looked at you as if he knew everything - both about the power and about what you were going to do. Each step he took brought the predatory shadow closer to you.

“You… are rewriting the code,” — he said it not as a question, but as a sentence. — “But there is something you do not understand.”

Cross stopped right in front of you. The light of the bugs, breaking through the cracks, outlined his contours, making the silhouette unrealistically sharp.

He bowed his head slightly, and a coldness appeared in his voice, from which the blood ran cold in the veins:

“If you stay here… this world will die first.