**Morning – Cloud Vein Sect**
Zeravon walked out of his quarters, the sun filtering softly through the clouds. Disciples around him whispered about the **missing assassin** — a man who had entered the sect last night, only to disappear without a trace.
> "Did he flee?"
> "No sign of struggle."
> "But the air… it felt heavy near the eastern wing."
Zeravon, unaware of the event, simply walked toward the training fields.
A single thought in his mind:
> *Why do I keep waking with blood on my hands?*
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**Meanwhile — Yueyin's Room**
Yueyin sat before a mirror. Pale. Quiet. Shaken.
Her fingers trembled as she unwrapped the cloth from her palm.
There — faint, glowing with a **soft black hue** — was a **spiral mark**, like a reversed eye.
> "No one else sees it…"
She splashed water on her face.
It didn't help.
The reflection in the mirror… blinked.
But she hadn't.
> *"You are not supposed to remember him…"*
She gasped, turned — but no one was there.
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**Training Fields – Late Morning**
Zeravon watched two disciples spar — Qi colliding mid-air, rocks cracking below their feet.
But his mind wandered.
The swings, the strikes — they moved **too slow** to him now.
His perception had shifted.
Suddenly, someone bumped into him.
> "Watch where you're—" the disciple snapped, then paused.
> "Ah… sorry, senior."
Zeravon blinked.
> *Senior?*
> *Wasn't I weaker than most?*
He turned toward the forest path. His steps took him where his memory did not.
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**Council Hall – Elder Lin's Secret Chamber**
The elders had gathered again. But this time, Elder Lin was silent.
A jade orb floated before them. Within it, **Zeravon's face** appeared faintly, but flickered.
> "He did something… last night."
The masked figure stepped out of the corner.
> "No," he said. "**Something** woke up through him."
Lin stared hard.
> "You said if the second name leaks, even slightly—"
> "It's not leaking," the figure interrupted.
> "**It's choosing.**"
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**Afternoon – Library Courtyard**
Yueyin quietly entered the forbidden scroll section, her hand still trembling.
She needed to know if *Oblivis* was a real name.
The shelves whispered as she passed.
Ancient texts — sealed, cursed, forgotten.
She touched one.
It **opened on its own.**
Pages flipped wildly… then stopped.
A single drawing.
**Zeravon.**
But not him. Not as they knew him.
It showed him with ***three eyes***.
The third — on his forehead — was not human.
It was *watching her* even through the page.
She dropped the scroll.
> "This… can't be…"
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**That Evening – Dining Pavilion**
Zeravon sat alone, untouched meal before him.
Yueyin walked up silently and sat across.
They didn't speak for a moment.
> "Do you…" Yueyin whispered, "Do you ever feel like something's watching you from… within you?"
Zeravon looked up.
Their eyes met.
And for one second — one horrifying second — Yueyin saw **herself** sitting across.
Not Zeravon.
Herself.
But grinning.
She gasped.
Zeravon blinked.
> "Did I say something wrong?"
> "No," she said, her voice hoarse. "You didn't say anything…"
But her mark pulsed again — softly, like a heartbeat she didn't ask for.
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**Night – Yueyin's Room**
She sat in meditation, eyes closed, trying to suppress the noise in her head.
But it wasn't noise anymore.
It was **chanting**.
> "Ob-li-vis… Ob-li-vis…"
She stood and looked in the mirror.
And behind her — in the reflection — stood a figure cloaked in shadow.
It had **Zeravon's outline**, but it wasn't him.
It had **no face**, only a spiral that spun slowly… menacingly.
And it spoke.
> "He will forget. But you… you will *remember for him.*"
> "You are marked now, Yueyin."
The mirror **cracked**.
She screamed.
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**Zeravon's Room – Same Time**
He woke up gasping, clutching his chest.
But no nightmare.
No voice.
Just a single sentence… that escaped his lips before he realized it:
> "The key… is the girl."
He froze.
> "What did I just say?"
A faint knocking echoed from his walls — not the door. **The walls.**
Then silence.
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**Realm of Scattered Wills – Unknown Space**
A rift opened.
Inside floated three celestial watchers.
One stared down at Yueyin's mark — now glowing in a memory stream.
> "The girl shouldn't know…"
> "But it's too late now," another muttered.
> "What now?"
The third being turned.
> "We wait…"
> "...until Zeravon himself remembers **why he sealed her, too.**"
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