The Seven Sovereign of Emotions snarled. "We'll try again. He'll break. Even steel breaks when heated enough times. Even diamonds shatter under the right pressure."
But this wasn't steel.
And this wasn't about pressure.
This was something else.
Nameless Death opened his eyes in the next nightmare.
This time, he was a young man standing in front of a crumbling shrine. Alone again. He had no memory, or a guide.
All he had was an old sword and a sky full of ash.
He took a step forward.
Not because he remembered.
Not because he knew what waited.
But because something inside him refused to stop.
One foot. Then another.
The wind howled. The shrine collapsed behind him.
And he kept walking.
Inside the prison, the woman watched that cracked diamond pulse once more. It was a slow, steady beat, and the pulse was stronger than before.
She stepped back from the soul. Her fingers curled. The smile faded from her lips.
