Wanted: Sons of the Forbidden Name

1. Official Decree

Atop the fractured peaks of the Murim Alliance Citadel, banners hung limp in the blood-colored wind.

A council of 23 Sect Elders sat in a ring around the Skyfire Flame. Their expressions were tight. Calculating.

The Five Kings stood together at the center. Regal. Furious.

The Realm of Life had vanished.

And the twins were alive.

"They ran while gods clashed," spat one elder."That's not survival. That's betrayal."

"The Eye allowed them to live," murmured another."Do you trust something that only opens when death follows?"

The Supreme King—the one called Crimson Feather—raised his hand.

The room stilled.

"Lee Haneul and Lee Haeun are now classified as:Class A Forbidden Spiritual Threats.Suspected inheritors of the Eidolon Protocol.Suspected descendants of the Nameless One."

"Kill-on-sight authorization granted."

No one objected.

The official Judgment Mandate was sealed in blood and flame.

2. Word Spreads Like Fire

Across the world, across sects, across underground black markets—bounties for the twins began appearing:

Haneul the Silent Flame – 750,000 soul coins

Haeun the Driftmarked – 900,000 soul coins (higher for instability risk)

Rumors spiraled:

"They killed Baek Dohyun."

"They awakened a forbidden memory in the Demon God."

"One of them spoke the Protocol and erased a secret realm."

"They're not twins. They're the same person, split in two."

Hunters smelled blood.Ancient sects mobilized.And even rogue gods whispered:

"They carry his echoes."

3. The Twins Wake Up to Hell

A dark forest.A cave lit by flickering firelight.The smell of smoke and broken aura.

Haeun was coughing, drenched in sweat.

Jin Haru was unconscious—his body glowing faintly, still healing.

Haneul sat by the fire, sharpening a blade he didn't remember carrying.

Haeun sat up. "Where are we?"

"Mortal Realm. Lower quadrant. Near the Cradle Rivers."

"Are we—are we safe?"

"We're breathing. That's the best we're getting."

Then Haneul handed him something:A torn piece of a wanted poster. Their faces. Glowing. Cursed.

"We're not just suspects," Haneul said.

"We're the targets."

4. Hunted Begins Now

They hear voices outside the cave.

Not normal cultivators.

These ones are too quiet.

Too cold.

Soul Cleaners.

Murim's black-ops. Assassins with judgment tattoos across their eyes, trained to erase aura trails and wipe bloodlines from memory.

They're here. Already.

"Haeun. Wake him.""He's not ready—""We don't have time to wait for ready."

The cave lights up with purple sigils as the Soul Cleaners activate Domain Lockdown—No teleportation.No aura-suppression.No escape.

Just the long hallway of fate closing in.

Haeun lifts Jin.

Haneul picks up the blade again.

Then… the mountain shakes.

5. Someone Still Believes in Them

Just as the Cleaners step into the cave—

A storm of silver feathers erupts.

Blades scream. Tattoos burn. One Cleaner's core explodes from inside out.

And standing in the ruined entryway is someone no one expected:

Baek Dohyun.

"You thought I was dead?""I am the White Blade. I only die when I'm bored."

He looks at the twins.

"You still haven't said the Protocol. That's good."

"But if you want to survive the next week…"

He tosses them a small scroll marked with seven seals.

"You're going to need to visit the one person even the Five Kings fear."