The Seers' library trembled under invisible pressure. Shelves warped, ancient runes ignited in silent fire, and pages scattered like frightened birds.
Yohan stood at the center, eyes reflecting stormlight—the air thick with whispered spells unraveling.
One Seer clutched her head, voice trembling.
"The veil—it's breaking! He's touching the forbidden current!"
Another Seer's voice quivered.
"No mortal can—"
Yohan cut in, voice layered and echoing—like two souls speaking as one.
"You hid it from me.
My name. My truth.
You feared what I might become—so you bound me in lies."
Lightning crackled—shelves burst open, books ignited in blue fire, forming a glowing circle around him.
A third Seer whispered in horror.
"The Mark of the Twin Soul… it's awakening."
Yohan's eyes flared, gritting his teeth.
"Then tell me—who is the other?"
The first Seer's voice shook.
"You were never meant to meet her. If the two awaken, the world will—"
He cut her off, furious.
"Don't you dare finish that sentence!"
The lightning surged, the hall exploding with blue flames dancing like ethereal serpents.
The Seers screamed.
"He's remembering—stop him before the dream becomes real!"
A sudden vision rippled through the chaos—a girl standing across a burning bridge, her silhouette bathed in silver light.
She whispered something inaudible, but Yohan's heart shattered.
"That voice…
Why does it sound like home?"