**Cloud Vein Sect — Peak of Midnight**
The wind at the highest rooftop whispered like an old song — not one sung, but **remembered**.
Zeravon stood motionless, staring at the stars.
But it wasn't the sky he was watching anymore.
It was the **space between**.
> *"There is something behind the stars…"*
> *"Something I once faced?"*
A voice inside him — barely a breath — whispered again.
> *"The second name is not just a memory."*
> *"It is a command."*
He closed his eyes.
And in that instant — **a new vision gripped him**.
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**A Vast Battlefield Beyond Reality**
Suns collapsed like falling leaves. Moons screamed. Time ran backward.
And standing at the center — a figure dressed in robes woven of night and silence.
Zeravon.
But not him.
Older. **Colder.** With eyes that held neither mercy nor hope.
Beside him knelt another figure.
Tall. Broken. His name carved into the air itself: **Oblivis.**
> *"You must bind me,"* the figure said, trembling.
> *"If I awaken fully, nothing will forget. Not even death."*
Zeravon nodded.
> *"Then I will seal even memory."*
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**Back to Reality**
He gasped and staggered, clutching his chest.
Not from pain — but from **weight**. As if the name **Oblivis** had just been carved onto his soul again.
And somewhere deep inside…
A golden rune flickered across his forearm, then vanished.
> *"Not yet,"* he whispered.
> *"I'm not ready to remember."*
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**Outer Training Grounds – Early Morning**
Zeravon returned before the sun rose.
His cultivation was slow — weak, even by sect standards — but now, the **world around him moved differently**.
The dew near him shimmered longer.
The grass under him stayed unbent.
The Qi in the air seemed to hover… just waiting.
Nearby disciples didn't notice. But Yueyin, hidden among the shadows of a willow tree, watched him carefully.
> *"So… the second name is stirring,"* she murmured.
From her robe, she took out a folded parchment — not from this realm.
An **Upper Realm Contract Scroll**.
Its title shimmered:
**"In Case of Oblivis"**
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**Cloud Vein Sect — Inner Chambers**
Elder Lin crushed another jade signal.
> "His presence is destabilizing the local Dao."
Instructor Wei frowned.
> "But he's still failing at cultivation."
> "Because he's sealed it," Lin growled.
> "His strength isn't rising — but the **world** is starting to obey him."
Wei stepped back.
> "What do we do?"
Elder Lin looked toward the east — toward the upper sects.
> "We must prepare to send him on the **treasure mission**. Let the realms test him."
> "And if he awakens completely?"
> "Then may the heavens forgive us… because nothing else can."
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**Later — Zeravon's Quarters**
He opened the jade slip again. This time, he noticed something he hadn't before.
Hidden between the Qi lines… was a single character. One not written in ink, but *imposed upon reality*.
It read:
> **Oblivis.**
As he stared at it…
A tear slid from his eye.
But he didn't know why.
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**Elsewhere — Within the Depths of the Broken Realm**
A chained entity stirred — surrounded by fallen timelines and erased fates.
Its mouth moved.
> *"My name… has been remembered."*
Chains cracked.
Not fully.
But **enough**.
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**Cloud Vein Pavilion — Last Hours Before Dawn**
Instructor Wei received the official sect order.
> "Assemble a team of outer disciples. The treasure ruins have opened again in the southern ridge."
> "And him?" Wei asked.
> "Send Zeravon with them."
> "He's not ready."
> "No one ever is."
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**Final Scene — Zeravon Sits Beneath the Moon**
He whispered softly.
> *"Oblivis."*
And this time…
The **world whispered it back**.
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