A roar of shattering chains split the void.
Kaito barely had ti to react before a shockwave of golden energy exploded outward, sending him flying. His body twisted through the air before he slamd against the ground, the force rattling his bones.
His past self—the sealed warrior—stood at the center of the storm, eyes glowing like twin suns. The golden light radiating from the shattered chains illuminated his face, revealing an expression that was neither hostile nor welcoming.
It was simply... inevitable.
The air itself seed to shudder, rippling like liquid as reality twisted. The fragnted pieces of Kaito's past power—the very essence of who he once was—began to take form.
The chains that had once bound him now rose into the air, writhing and shifting like living serpents. Each one pulsed with an eerie light, a mory waiting to be reclaid.
But Kaito couldn't move.
Sothing deep inside him—sothing primal—was fighting back.
A voice, not his own, whispered inside his mind.
"You are not yet ready."
Kaito's breath ca in short gasps as he pushed himself to his knees. His past self—still wreathed in golden energy—watched him closely.
"You hesitate," he said. His voice was calm, but it carried a weight that sent chills through Kaito's spine.
"I—" Kaito swallowed hard. "I don't understand any of this. If I sealed my past away, then there must have been a reason."
The warrior's gaze darkened. "There was."
"Then why would I break it now?"
A long silence stretched between them. Then, his past self took a slow step forward. The ground beneath his feet cracked, golden energy spilling from the fractures.
"Because the Abyss rembers."
Kaito's chest tightened.
"The Abyss..." He clenched his fists. "What is it?"
His past self exhaled softly, as if the question itself carried a weight too heavy to bear.
"It is the first hunger. The final silence. The thing that was never ant to be known."
He extended a hand, and one of the floating chains coiled toward Kaito, stopping just inches from his fingers.
"And once, you were the only one who could stand against it."
Kaito's fingers trembled as he reached out—but the mont his skin brushed against the chain, the world around him shattered.
A new vision flooded his mind.
The sky burned.
A city of obsidian towers collapsed in on itself as an impossible darkness surged through its streets.
People—warriors, mages, and beings of unfathomable power—fought desperately against the onslaught. Their weapons clashed against an enemy that wasn't there, their attacks striking nothing but air.
And yet... they fell.
One by one, their bodies crumbled into ash, devoured by sothing unseen.
At the center of it all, a rift in reality itself pulsed with a sickly, unnatural glow.
Sothing crawled out.
Kaito saw himself—his past self—standing at the edge of oblivion, facing the abyssal horror with a blade of pure light in his hands.
The sa voice from before whispered in his mind.
"You cannot fight what you refuse to rember."
Kaito's eyes snapped open. The vision was gone.
But the terror it left behind remained.
His past self stood before him, waiting. The floating chains still pulsed, their energy vibrating in the air.
Kaito swallowed, his hands clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms.
"If I take these chains... if I take back my past... will I beco the sa person I was before?"
His past self was silent for a long ti.
Then, finally, he spoke.
"No."
Kaito exhaled sharply.
"But you will rember why you chose to forget."
The chains trembled, as if beckoning him forward.
Kaito stared at them. He had spent his entire life searching for power, for purpose. But now, standing at the edge of the truth, he realized sothing far more terrifying.
The power he had once wielded was not ant to be used.
It was ant to be buried.
But if he turned away now—if he walked away from his past—then the Abyss would return.
And this ti, no one would stop it.
His heartbeat thundered in his ears. He reached out—and grasped the chain. Pain erupted through his entire being.
It was unlike anything he had ever felt—a firestorm of mories, surging through his veins like liquid fire. Every fragnt of his past rushed back, crashing over him in waves too powerful to withstand.
He saw the war. He saw the faces of those he had fought beside—those who had died believing in him.
He saw the mont he had sealed his own power, choosing to forget everything in a desperate bid to stop the cycle from repeating.
And he saw why. Why he had chosen to erase himself. Why he had walked away. Why he had feared his own power more than he had feared the Abyss itself.
His knees buckled, his breath coming in short gasps as the final piece of the puzzle fell into place.
And then—everything stopped. The pain vanished. The storm of energy settled. The floating chains, once vibrant, dimd as they finally returned to him.
Kaito lifted his gaze, golden light burning in his irises.
His past self stood before him, watching in silence. And then, for the first ti, he smiled.
"You have made your choice."
Kaito exhaled slowly. He could feel it now—the power that had been locked away, the weight of a thousand battles pressing against his soul.
He was not the sa person he had been before. But he was no longer the sa person who had forgotten, either. He was sothing new.
And deep within him, the Abyss stirred.
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