Immortal Mythos: Bound by Void-Chapter 13: Breakthrough

Yuki stood alone in the swirling darkness of the void, the silence pressing in like a thick fog. He inhaled slowly, trying to keep his heartbeat steady.

Aiko was still out there... somewhere. And Himari's words had stuck with him.

"You must become strong enough not to break when you do."

He clenched his fists.

The energy around him shifted, reacting to the spike in emotion. The void twisted, shimmered, pulsed like a heartbeat. Yuki took a step forward, and then another, until the darkness opened into a wide plain of nothingness. This was the center—where his power resonated most.

He closed his eyes and focused.

Super strength. Speed. Reflexes. Aura control... No. That's not enough.

He dug deeper.

The void inside him stirred—like a beast waiting to be unleashed. Yuki could feel it snarling, aching to be used. But if he gave in completely, he'd lose control again. He had to command it.

The air snapped around him as he forced his emotions into balance. Not suppressed—channeled.

Suddenly, a pulse of power rippled outward from his body. The void energy danced around his arms, crackling like lightning, but quieter, darker. Controlled.

He opened his eyes, now glowing faintly with a violet hue. A barrier of void energy shimmered around his body—stable.

Yuki smirked. "Now we're talking."

From the darkness ahead, a figure emerged. Not real. A manifestation conjured by the void itself.

It looked like... him. But twisted—wild-eyed, corrupted by rage and power.

A test.

Yuki didn't hesitate. He lunged forward, and the two clashed in an explosion of void and aura. Their fists met mid-air, the shockwave cracking the space around them.

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Blow after blow, Yuki fought himself—his fears, his doubts, his darkness.

And with each strike, he grew stronger.

More precise.

More in control.

Finally, with a roar, Yuki unleashed a focused blast of void energy directly into the heart of the twisted doppelganger. The figure dissolved, screaming into the darkness.

Breathing hard, Yuki dropped to one knee. He was drained—but victorious.

He had passed the test.

A soft voice echoed behind him. "You've taken your first step."

Yuki turned slowly to see Himari watching from the edge of the void.

"Thanks, Himari," he said.

"For what?" she asked.

"For not letting me fall apart."

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Aiko's perspective...

Darkness.

But not the same kind Yuki had entered. This place was colder—emptier.

Aiko floated in a space without time, her spirit trapped somewhere between the physical and mythic world. It wasn't death. It wasn't sleep. It was... waiting.

She clutched her pendant—a charm her grandmother had once said would protect her when spiritual storms hit. But now it pulsed like it was scared.

"I told him not to go too deep," she murmured, her voice echoing in the void. "But he never listens."

A flicker of light surged in the far distance. She saw it. Felt it.

"Yuki..."

His aura had changed. It was sharper now, heavier. It wrapped around her mind like a thread tugging her toward him.

She blinked as images flashed across her vision: Yuki in a field of black mist... Ren standing watch... Himari, expression unreadable...

And the tear. That strange distortion ripping through the void.

Aiko gritted her teeth. "Something's coming for him."

She focused her energy, trying to push her way out. Her soul strained, fingertips glowing faintly. But something—someone—was holding her back.

A whisper slithered through the darkness behind her. A voice ancient and cruel.

> "You're more important than you know, girl. Stay where you belong."

Aiko froze. "Who are you?"

No response. Just laughter, low and echoing. And then silence.

But she wasn't afraid.

She reached again for Yuki's aura, eyes glowing with spirit light. "Hang on, Yuki... I'm coming back."

"If you're enjoying the ride, don't forget to leave a power stone or a comment—it really helps this grow!"

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