The blood preceded the sound, Just as planned…
A drop. Then another. Then a dark thread, Slid across the rock. The body, suspended by chains, Did not resist. It only… Emptied itself.
The eyes were open.
Then,
Eighteen people, Bound in a windowless hall. The chains fastened to the ground, Not to the walls. The scent of iron, Filled the air.
A woman gasped, Then bit her hand To keep from screaming. A man in the corner Began to count Not the time, But the pulse.
One…
Two…
At the front of the hall, Stood Tsukushiro Ren, His robe clean In an almost inhuman way. Beside him, Was Kaguchi. He did not look at the corpse, not at the people. He looked at the symbol, Fading beneath the blood.
He said calmly:
"The flow has begun."
Tsukushiro nodded.
"But it is unstable."
A bound young man, Lifted his head with difficulty.
—"Please… we ..."
He didn't finish.
The air shifted. Another symbol, Glowed. A scream erupted this time, But it did not last.
The body bent, Then the blood Began to flow, From places, It should not. The woman who had been crying, Fainted. Another man Laughed. A short, Broken laugh.
—"This… is a nightmare…"
Kaguchi turned to him. One look. The laughter died. Kaguchi said:
"Fear is good."
He stepped forward. The ground beneath his feet Pulsed.
"It makes the souls More… cooperative."
Tsukushiro did not object. He only said:
"The number will decrease."
—"It does not matter."
Kaguchi replied,
"We need the result, not the rest."
A third body Fell. Then a fourth. The blood now Had become a stream. It ran between the chains And vanished beneath the symbols. No one asked anymore. The questions Died before the bodies.
_
And in the Drakhaen Kingdom,
Lilithia Felt a prick in her chest. She did not sleep that night. When she rose, the light was gray, Neither full dawn Nor clear night. She knocked on the door Once.
Then entered.
Atsuro stood by the window, His back to her, Hands behind his back As if waiting for something… Or running from it.
She spoke in a low voice:
"I want to see him."
He did not turn.
"No."
A short silence followed. Then he added:
"That is not possible."
She stepped closer.
"I want to see Villiam's body."
Here... He turned. His gaze was sharp, But weary. He spoke slowly:
"Lilithia… no one knows."
She lifted her head.
"I know."
This time he stepped closer. Lowering his voice:
"Not the leaders. Not the council. Not even the guards."
She looked at him. She did not cry. She said:
"I know."
He furrowed his brows.
"Then why?"
She was silent. Then, She breathed.
"Because the whole world thinks he's dead. And I… cannot even say goodbye."
Atsuro clenched his jaw.
"It's not in my hands."
She lifted her eyes to him. There was something different in them. Not tears. But pure please:
"Please… I promise I won't tell anyone."
She stepped closer. Her voice trembled slightly:
"I swear it. Just a few minutes."
Then she added, As if the words slipped out without permission:
"If I don't see him… I'll remain suspended between fear and hope."
He was silent. For a long moment. Then he said:
"The Black Dragon...."
She interrupted calmly:
"I know it's his will."
He lowered his head.
"He is alive… because the Dragon willed it."
She whispered:
"Then let me see him… Because I cannot bear to think him dead."
He raised his eyes to her. For the first time, He was not a commander. He was human. He breathed deeply. Then he said:
"Just once."
He turned. Opened the door.
"And without a word."
She nodded.
He led her through narrow corridors, Far from the inhabited wings. Until he stopped. He opened the final door. The light was dim. And she saw him.
Villiam. Lying down. Still. Silent.
She whispered:
"He is…"
She did not approach.
Atsuro closed the door quietly behind him. He said without turning:
"Just a few minutes."
Then his voice disappeared.
She was left alone. At first, she did not move. Then, One step. Another. Until she stood beside him.
She knelt slowly, As if the ground had become fragile.And reached out her hand…. Then she touched his hand. It was warm.
Here, Something inside her broke. She bowed her head, And the first tear fell. Then a second. Then she could not count.She spoke in a broken voice:
"I was afraid…"
She held his hand between her palms, As if she feared it would disappear if she let go.
"I was afraid to come And find you cold."
Her voice trembled.
"To see you… and not be able to call your name. Not be able to hear your warm voice again… or…"
She bent closer. Her forehead touched his hand. And her tears fell onto his skin :
"Villiam…"
His name Was enough to break her. She cried. A silent cry, Painful, Without sobs, As if she did not want to wake him… Nor let him leave :
"I will bring you back, no matter the cost. I promise."
She lifted her head. Her eyes were red.
"I will do the impossible,"
She whispered.
"Even if the world burns."
She gripped his hand more tightly. Placed it against her chest.
"You are the only…"
She stopped, As if the word was too heavy to be spoken.Then she continued:
"You are my world…"
Her tears poured again. They fell down her cheeks Then onto her lips.
She said:
"You mean more to me than anything."
She smiled a tearful smile:
"And even if you are not with me…"
She closed her eyes. Pressed his hand to her heart.
"…you will stay here."
She breathed deeply.
"Always… I will wait for you."
She fell silent. No sound But her trembling breaths. Then she leaned her head near his hand
And closed her eyes. As if She were borrowing from his presence The strength for another day.
And while her forehead was still close to his hand… Something faint happened. A pulse. Then another. Weak, Irregular, But, There.
She did not feel it at first. Then her breath stopped. She slowly tightened her fingers around his hand, As if afraid she had imagined it.
Another pulse. Her lips trembled. Her tears fell warmer onto his hand, and she said in a broken voice:
"Villiam… I truly… miss you…"
And in that moment… A tear slid From the corner of his closed eye. No movement. No expression. As if the body remembered something The mind could not reach. The tear fell onto the pillow in silence.
She saw it. She froze. She moved closer. She whispered— A whisper no one could hear:
"…I'm here."
He did not answer. He did not open his eyes. But the pulse Did not stop. And between the tear that fell, And the heart that moved without awareness… There was a promise Unspoken. But alive.
Then…
Lilithia stepped out slowly. She did not close the door behind her immediately, As if she feared it would make a sound That might wake what should not awaken… Or break the thin thread She had left behind.
She paused in the corridor. The walls here were colder, And the air heavier. She lifted her head. Her features were not broken.
She was unnervingly calm, That kind of calm That comes only after crying, Or before a storm.
She took a step,Then another, And stepped into the inner courtyard.
Atsuro was there. Standing by the stone pillar, His arms crossed. He did not turn immediately.
She approached until she was close. She said nothing. Nor did he.
A long silence prevailed.
They sat down. At first, Lilithia did not look at him. Her eyes were on the ground, But her body was straight, Steady. She was no longer the girl Who had entered moments ago Seeking permission.
Inside her, There was a promise Yet unspoken, But anchored As something irreversible.
She finally turned her head. Atsuro looked at her this time. He lingered on her eyes a moment longer Than protocol allowed.
And he saw…
Lilithia sat in silence for another moment, Then spoke in a low, But steady voice:
"Atsuro…"
She clasped her fingers together. Then she lifted her eyes to him.
"I want you to tell me…"
She paused.
"Not everything… if you cannot."
Then she added calmly:
"But more than has been told to me so far."
He looked at her this time.
"About what?"
She did not hesitate.
"About Villiam's curse."
She said his name without trembling.
"And about the person who… attacked us in the forest,"
Then lowered her voice slightly:
"And about the connection to the Black Stone."
A short silence fell. It was not a silence of evasion, But a silence of arrangement.
Atsuro breathed deeply, Then said:
"What Villiam carries… is not a single curse."
She raised her eyebrows.
"A single one?"
"A combination."
He said it slowly.
"Something imposed on him, something inherited, and something… his body chose unconsciously."
He leaned slightly forward.
"Arkam."
Lilithia held her breath.
"Arkam? With whom?"
He shook his head in denial.
"It is not a name that can be spoken easily."
Then he added:
"But the person who carries his blood… carries the mark of that pact."
She looked at him intently.
Atsuro continued:
"Thousands of years ago, after a war… Arkam… by… "
His words began to falter as if he were hiding something:
"It sealed a part of his soul, his power, and everything that was his servant inside the Black Stone… The seal took the form of three layers."
He looked into her eyes, then added:
"The third, and least dangerous, is the Seal of Existence… the second… the Seal of Energy, which breaks in two stages… And the first, the Seal of the Soul, is the most dangerous of them all…"
He clenched her hand tighter:
"Is that why the Black Stone moves?"
She nodded slowly.
"The stone does not respond to force,"
He said.
"Nor to magic. But to distortion."
She furrowed her brows.
"Distortion?"
"When the system of existence is broken and does not collapse,"
He said.
"When someone is supposed to die… and does not. Or lives… and is not allowed to truly be alive."
He paused for a moment, Then continued:
"Villiam was placed in that space.Neither dead, nor alive as he should be."
Lilithia lowered her gaze.
"And this is the curse?"
"Part of it,"
Atsuro said.
"The true curse… is that the Black Stone sees it."
She lifted her head quickly.
"It sees it?"
Atsuro replied: "It sees the emptiness within him. And it sees it as an entrance."
She gripped the edge of the seat.
"And the person who carries his blood?"
This time Atsuro hesitated. Then he said:
"That is a question… that should not be asked now."
He fell silent.
And Lilithia did not ask him again. Not because her curiosity had died… But because something in his voice told her the truth was not yet ready.
_
Lilithia did not know that this moment was not the end, But the beginning of a larger movement.
Commander Mirei entered the hall alone. It was not a hall in the usual sense, But a vast emptiness carved into the heart of the mountain.
In the depths, Was the Black Dragon.
Mirei stepped forward once. Then knelt. It was not fear. But acknowledgment of the presence. She placed her fist over her chest, Bowed her head slightly, And spoke in a steady voice, Despite the weight of the air that nearly crushed her lungs:
"My lord… It has been verified… through Kaelina's spirit."
No reply came. But the hall… Pulsed. She continued, without lifting her head:
"The trace you warned about Has not disappeared."
She hesitated for a moment, Then added with deadly honesty:
"It seems they have begun to move."
Here The eye shifted. Something older than anger gleamed in it, Colder than wisdom.
Mirei spoke quickly, As if she feared time itself would shut its mouth:
"We must move, my lord… Or...."
The voice cut her off. It was not a shout. It was knowledge delivered as judgment.
"I know."
The air froze. Mirei lifted her head slowly, But did not look directly into the eye.
The dragon moved slightly.
"I knew, Before the blood was spilled, And before the symbols opened."
Mirei's eyes widened.
"My lord… then why..."
A heavy silence fell. Then he added, in a lower, But more dangerous voice:
"And the last of the doors… Was opened this night."
Mirei felt a shiver Run down her spine. She rose slowly, Bowed one last time, Then turned.
And before she left, The dragon spoke:
"The next chapter. Will not be a test. It will be A choice."
Silence closed behind her.
_
Meanwhile, in the land of humans,
Shin was there, Not knowing where he was.His head hung low, Arms stretched behind him, Bound to something coarse That pulled the flesh before the bone.
He opened his eyes with difficulty. The light was not light, But a pale reflection Trembling on the wet ground.
A drop. Then another.
Blood Ran from his forehead, Over his brow, Gathered at the tip of his nose, Then fell.
He did not try to move. His body… Had tried enough.He breathed slowly, His chest burning with pain, As if each breath Rebroke something that had not healed.
He lifted his eyes slightly. He saw no faces. He saw no tools. Only a shadow, Still, Waiting.
He moved his lips, But no sound came.He smiled. A small, Broken smile, As if he remembered something They could not take from him.
And in that moment, As the last drop of blood fell… The door closed.
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