A Divine Thread Between Us
When We Meet Again
Lotus Kingdom, Present Day | Training Grounds]
A sudden clash of fire against water echoed across the courtyard.
Liáng Yǔhán spun midair, flame-wreathed blades in hand. His body moved like memory—fluid and instinctive—but his eyes were tired, focused.
Instructor
Again. Keep your form. You’re too fast for your own footing.
Liáng Yǔhán
Or you’re too old to see me properly.
Gasps from the sidelines. The instructor glared. Yǔhán bowed lazily, sweat trailing down his temple. His long, white hair was tied in a loose ribbon behind him.
Lín Méiyuè
You’ll get kicked out of training again.
Liáng Yǔhán
Wouldn’t be the first time.
But behind the grin was an ache—one he couldn’t name. Each night, he dreamed of a black -eyed boy in robes of light. And each morning, the name slipped away like dew.
Divine Heavens: Dimension 4 | Sky Fortress]
Seo Hwan stood at the edge of the highest spire, robes wind-swept, a scroll in hand.
A new crack had been spotted. A minor one. But he was always the first called—trusted, revered, detached.
General
Commander Seo, we await your orders.
Seo Hwan
Seal it. No interference from the mortal realms.
As the general left, Hwan’s fingers tightened around the scroll.
Lately, strange fragments had been returning. A voice in his dreams. A laugh. A name on the tip of his tongue that vanished before he could grasp it.
His younger brother, Seo Doyun, had noticed.
Seo Doyun
Still dreaming of fire, brother?
The Borderlands, That Night]
The world shimmered under starlight as a rare celestial event lit up the skies. Across both realms, nobles and mortals alike stared upward in awe.
But two souls didn’t look up.
Yǔhán, restless, wandered beyond the palace walls.
Hwan, sleepless, stood atop the sky fortress balcony.
Both unaware… they were once again standing under the same stars.
And from somewhere deep in the broken threads of the heavens—
a forgotten name whispered itself back into the wind.
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