Wuxie staggered back, struggling to process the revelation. "How do you know all this?"
Master Fu's expression softened, though his voice remained steady. "I've known since the day you first arrived. I've seen it before, a soul transported from another realm. Such individuals often possess extraordinary potential, as you do. But they are also bound by a cruel fate: their presence here is unstable. Over time, their physical form begins to fail as the body rejects the foreign soul."
Faovi chimed in, her voice laced with sorrow. "It's already begun, hasn't it? The signs are subtle now, but they will grow more pronounced. Your senses will begin to fade, one by one. First, your sight will dim, then your hearing. Your sense of touch will weaken. Eventually, your body will no longer be able to sustain itself."
Wuxie's breath caught in his throat. He had always known that something was off, but this? This was more than he had ever imagined.