Chapter 6 Bleeding Moon
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The moon wept.
Not water.
Not light.
Not even blood.
It wept memory.
From its cracked surface, thin streams of red began to fall—not onto the land, but through it. Not into space, but into minds.
And far away, in a realm untouched by truth, someone whispered a name the world was supposed to forget.
"Yun... Che...?"
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The sound had no source.
No speaker.
Just air.
Just dream.
Just fracture.
A single syllable carved into silence—and the heavens felt it.
Not thunder.
Not lightning.
But a pause.
As if the rules of existence stuttered, trying to make sense of a glitch in their perfect story.
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He stood at the edge of a dead cliff, watching the crimson moon from below. The mirror was gone. The village gone. Only the dust remained. And the feeling:
Something had changed.
"They felt it," Aestra said beside him.
"The Heavens?"
"No," she corrected softly. "Everyone."
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The bond inside him pulsed, not painfully—but like a wound reopening. And with it, something new arrived:
A sound.
Far away.
Faint.
Like wind… but made of memory.
"...We remember the fire... the fall... the scream beneath the stars…"
The whisper wasn't speaking to him.
It was speaking about him.
"They remember," he said aloud.
"Fragments," Aestra nodded. "They exist all over the divine sky. Things that were touched by you. Tainted by you. Loved by you. Hated by you."
"And now they stir."
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In the God Realm's Eastern Divine Region…
A girl dreamed.
She was a librarian once. Or maybe a priestess. Or maybe she never existed at all.
But she dreamed of a boy with fire in his veins and death in his smile. A boy who kissed a girl beneath a moon that wasn't full.
She woke with tears in her eyes.
"Who… was he?" she whispered.
Her name was Lyra.
Or maybe that wasn't her name.
But it felt right.
And in her dream, the crimson moon smiled.
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Back at the cliff, Yun Che clenched his fists.
"So the world remembers me now?"
"No," Aestra said. "Not yet."
"But they feel you. In their bones. In their blood. They'll dream you first. Then deny it. Then fear it."
He looked at the bleeding sky.
"Let them."
"What happens next?" he asked her.
"The world will bleed," she replied, calmly. "And the gods will wake."
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In the Divine Heavens, far above the mortal planes…
A guardian stirred.
Wrapped in silver robes, face sealed beneath seven layers of scripture, the White Warden opened one eye.
Only one.
That was all he needed to see it:
An impossible thread.
Something moving against the current of fate.
A soul written out now stitching itself back in.
The Warden did not speak.
But the heavens shook around him.
"You weren't supposed to come back," he murmured.
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Yun Che sat.
The dust didn't move. But the world did.
Something pulled at him from within.
A surge. A rhythm.
A name forming beneath his breath.
He didn't mean to speak it.
But it rose anyway.
"Truthless…"
"…Step."
The earth cracked beneath him.
And just like that—
The first of his new truths was born.
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[New Power Unlocked]
Truthless Step
A step that moves through memory instead of space. Enemies forget they ever saw him move. Even wounds inflicted seem to come from "nowhere."
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Aestra watched, smiling faintly.
"And so the thread begins to sew again…"
"Let them try to cut it."
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Above, the crimson moon bled brighter.
And far away, a girl named Lyra began to write the name she saw in her dreams.
Even though her hands trembled.
Even though her memory screamed it didn't exist.
"Yun Che," she wrote.
And the ink turned red.
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