A heavy, oppressive sadness began to spread from its body. It was not aggressive and it did not attack directly. Yet it seeped into the surroundings, into the air, into the mind.
Han Yu felt it.
At first, it was faint.
Then it grew.
Memories surfaced.
Moments of loss.
Moments of regret.
Things he had left behind.
Things he could never return to.
The feeling deepened.
The crying continued.
Han Yu's breathing slowed.
His thoughts became heavier.
Then something changed.
The memories were no longer his.
They shifted.
Distorted.
He began to see things that had never happened.
He saw himself failing.
He saw the people he had saved falling once more.
He saw Qing Luan lifeless.
He saw Wu Shuan broken.
He saw everything he had built collapse into nothing.
The sorrow intensified.
For a brief moment, Han Yu felt as if all meaning had been stripped away.
Then his eyes sharpened.
"Enough."
Memory Echo activated instantly.
