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" No..No.. It can't be.. It can't be.. No.. I don't believe it.. I won't.. I.. Arghhhh"

Somewhere deep within Jinlintai Palace,

a sharp cry shattered the silence.

The desperate, broken voice echoed faintly before fading into panicked whispers that made little sense. On the cold stone floor lay a man—not calm, not whole, but a shattered figure. His trembling hands clawed at the ground, desperate for something solid to keep from slipping further into madness. The golden robe wrapped around him was dust-stained, crushed and ruined; its embroidered threads bent and twisted from violent movement.

Every breath he took was ragged and short, his chest rising and falling unevenly like it was a battle just to suck in air. Moonlight slipped quietly through a narrow window above, casting pale, cold lines over the room. The light reached him, but it stopped shy of the darkest corners that seemed to shrink away in fear.

He jerked his head, eyes wide and wild, searching the shadows with a frantic gaze as broken words spilled from his lips again and again — words losing their meaning, fading into silence.

The chamber held its breath. Walls and shadows seemed to draw back from him, shrinking as if afraid to watch whatever had taken hold. The moonlight itself seemed cautious, barely brushing the floor beyond him.

A faint scrape broke the silence — stone scraping stone — deliberate and slow, then stopping nothing had made the sound but the weight it left behind pressed deep in the air.

His eyes snapped toward the door. Breath caught.

Another sound followed — softer this time, closer.

He twisted, hand dragging across the floor, and in a cracked whisper asked, “Who’s there?”

No answer came, only the echo of his own voice — distant, strange, and haunting.

A cold breath slid across him like unseen fingers. The floor pulsed beneath his palms, faint but real— a heartbeat not his own.

The moonlight dimmed. Shadows thickened, crowding closer. The silence grew heavier than sound.

If the palace could speak, it would say this: whatever took hold that night had never truly left.

Outside the room,

One of the jin disciple told to the other one, "he has been like this for past few months"

The other one scoffed and said, "since the death of that sinister to be exact, you say.. Haha.. if he cries and screams like this for him, will the dead come back alive are what.."

Then the first one said, "even if he sacrifice himself, i don't think it will happen.. maybe he will become more lunatic and die.. hahaha"

They laughed at him and left.. But little did they know, it was all heard by him.. Everything.. And he indeed become lunatic.. But had a final and clever idea before the death of his.. Such an loyal disciple he is..

author note - it is just an trailer to it.. Read it and wait for further updates and enjoy.. Thank you..

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