Immortal Mythos: Bound by Void-Chapter 20: The Visitor

The night was still. Too still.

Yuki stirred in his sleep, his breath shallow as if something heavy pressed against his chest. Shadows flickered behind his closed eyelids—whispers, fragments of a world not bound by time or space.

And then he opened his eyes... but he wasn't in his room.

He stood in the middle of a ruined temple, the sky above a swirling mass of purple and black clouds. The air was electric, humming like a storm waiting to explode.

A familiar sensation crept through him—the void.

"You came again."

The voice echoed like a whisper inside his mind. Yuki spun around, fists clenched.

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From the shadows, a figure stepped forward—tall, draped in dark robes that flickered like smoke, eyes glowing faintly through the mask of a fox.

Yuki froze. It was him.

The same presence from his dreams. The same presence from the void.

"You're not just a dream," Yuki said, his voice hoarse.

"No," the figure replied. "But I am a reflection."

"A reflection of what?"

The figure walked slowly toward him, every step making the space tremble. "Of what you could become. Of what you must become."

Yuki's eyes narrowed. "Why are you watching me?"

"I've always been with you. Since your first breath," the figure said, tilting his head. "But now... you're close."

"To what?"

The fox-masked man raised a hand, and the void around them shifted, revealing glimpses—blurs of memories Yuki didn't recognize. A burning sky. Falling stars. His own face... twisted in rage.

"To the storm," the figure said. "The real one. Not the petty battles you've faced."

Yuki's pulse quickened. "Who are you?"

The figure paused.

"I go by many names," he said. "But you'll call me what they all have."

The mask cracked slightly, showing the faintest glint of a cruel smile beneath.

"Brother."

The void shook. Yuki stumbled back.

"No. That's not possible—"

The figure raised a hand. "You'll remember when the time is right. For now, just train. Get stronger. Or you'll be nothing more than a broken shard in a storm that was meant to be yours."

Yuki's vision blurred.

"Wait!"

But the world collapsed before he could speak again.

Yuki gasped awake, drenched in sweat. He looked around—his room, the faint moonlight, silence.

But his heart was racing.

He touched his chest. The words echoed in his mind.

Brother.

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The sky was still. Almost too still.

Ren stood atop a jagged cliff, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon. The wind that usually carried whispers from the spirits had gone eerily silent. A silence that pressed against his chest like a warning.

He closed his eyes.

The void... it pulsed.

A disturbance—faint, but undeniable. Like a heartbeat that didn't belong. Something had stirred in the dark, ancient and wrong.

Ren's fingers tightened around the hilt of his blade. "No," he muttered. "It's too soon."

Far below, nestled in the heart of the forest, Himari froze mid-step. She dropped the charm she had been holding, her aura flaring to life in a surge of instinct. Her gaze lifted to the sky.

She had felt it too.

A tear in the veil. A ripple. And beneath it, something she had prayed would stay asleep for a while longer.

"It's awakening..."

Her breath caught as an image—blurry and fragmented—flashed in her mind. A massive presence, cloaked in void and shadow, its form impossible to define. Not Nogitsune. Not Yuki.

Something... else.

She turned, racing back toward the shrine where Yuki was meditating. "Ren needs to know," she whispered, heart pounding.

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