Immortal Mythos: Bound by Void-Chapter 4: The Fox Winthin

Yuki stared at his hands.

They were trembling again—only this time, it wasn't fear. It was energy.

Static crawled beneath his skin, invisible but alive, like a storm bottled up inside him, itching to be unleashed. Every breath he took felt heavier, charged, like the air itself was waiting for something.

He was alone in his room, the lights off and curtains drawn. The memory of the silver-furred creature still clung to him—its glowing eyes, its presence pressing into his mind like a brand he couldn't erase. He could still feel it. Watching. Waiting.

Reaching out instinctively, he opened his hand to the air.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then—boom.

A gust of wind exploded through the room. Notebooks flew off his desk, scattering like birds startled from a wire. The curtains flared as if ripped open by a gale. His window rattled in its frame—shut tight, but trembling under unseen pressure.

Yuki stumbled back. "What the hell...?"

He looked down at his hand.

The air had responded to him.

His heart hammered in his chest, but beneath the fear, there was something else rising—something deeper. A memory that didn't belong to him flashed through his mind like lightning across a stormy sky:

A tail. Glowing.

Then two.

Then three.

He saw himself—or something that looked like him—standing in a void swirling with fire and wind. His eyes burned gold. Foxfire danced at his heels. The sky bent around him.

He gasped and broke the vision, stumbling away from the mirror across the room. But his reflection didn't match his movements.

It didn't match him.

Golden eyes stared back.

White fox ears twitched slightly atop his head. A glowing, flickering tail curled behind him.

Then it all vanished.

"No," he whispered, shaking. "That's not real. That's not me."

But the wind stirred again, softer this time. It curled around his legs like a breeze that knew his name. It felt alive—curious, almost gentle.

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He clenched his fists, grounding himself. "I don't know what's happening to me."

The buzzing under his skin hadn't stopped. It surged again every time he tried to ignore it, like the power inside him refused to be silenced.

He sat on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, his thoughts spiraling.

This wasn't normal. This wasn't human. And the worst part?

A part of him didn't feel afraid anymore.

A part of him liked it.

He reached for his phone, the dim glow the only light in the room now. He checked for messages—anything. A warning. An explanation. Something from that man. Ren.

But there was nothing new.

Just the last text, still on-screen like a whisper in his mind:

> Trust no one. Not even me.

His finger hovered over the message.

"Who are you?" he muttered.

Who was that man really? And how did he know about Yuki—about the thing inside him?

A knock on the door jolted him from the spiral.

"Yuki?" His aunt's voice came through, soft but edged with concern. "You okay in there? Dinner's almost ready."

He swallowed the rising panic and forced his voice steady. "Yeah! Just... tired!"

A pause. Then her footsteps receded.

Yuki let himself fall back onto his bed, staring at the ceiling as shadows stretched long across the walls. His body still buzzed. The static hadn't stopped—it was becoming part of him.

Was he going crazy?

Maybe it was stress. Maybe none of this was real. Maybe he was just tired. Overthinking. Imagining it all.

But the wind that shook the room...

The golden eyes in the mirror...

The visions of foxfire and battlefields he'd never seen but somehow remembered...

It wasn't just stress.

It was real.

And it was waking up.

He closed his eyes. And in the darkness, something stirred.

A whisper.

Not in his ear. Not in the air.

Inside him.

Calling his name.

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