It began with a breath.
Not mine. Not Clara's. Not Konrad's.
Erich's.
The kind of breath that sounds like it's being dragged from sowhere it doesn't want to leave. The kind that knows what's about to surface.
He was still standing, but his posture had shifted—subtly, then completely. His shoulders hunched forward like a weight had dropped across them, like his spine had folded to make room for sothing else. His fingers curled in and uncurled. Not a tremor—an adjustnt.
Helene sat across from him, legs crossed, hands still folded gently in her lap. Her eyes didn't blink.
"Breathe," she said.
"I am," he replied. But it ca out strained.
The temperature in the room hadn't changed, but I felt a draft. A pull beneath the floorboards. The sound of the clock above the doorway stuttered.
Sothing was slipping.
Erich looked at us. Then at Helene. "They shouldn't be here."
"They need to be," she said simply. "So do you."
Konrad took one quiet step closer. Clara remained beside , her pulse steady in my peripheral vision. She was bracing, ready.
Erich looked at . "I don't rember everything."
"You don't need to," I said. "Just rember enough."
"I see flashes," he said. "A forest. Fire. A blade I didn't know how to hold. Your face. Bleeding. My hands—" He stopped.
His voice cracked. Not from emotion. From friction. Like it was grating against sothing inside him.
Helene uncrossed her legs and stood. "You're still resisting."
Erich's head twitched. His fingers flared.
"I don't want this," he said. "I didn't ask for this."
"No," Helene said. "But you ca here anyway."
And then it happened.
A pulse—not from Clara. From Erich.
It wasn't light. It wasn't heat. It was pressure. The walls seed to breathe once and then hold still.
Konrad moved first. He stepped forward to anchor the mont.
"Erich," I said, "listen to —"
But Erich was gone.
Not physically. Not yet. But the person in front of us—the version we'd spoken to—had already stepped into sothing older.
His eyes locked on mine.
"You were dying," he said—voice unrecognizable.
I froze in place. Chills went down my spine.
"I died." he added.
Then he struck.
He didn't lunge. He flickered. One second across from Helene—then directly in front of .
I stepped, blinking backward just as his arm whipped past. It missed my jaw by a fraction, but the air carried the montum.
Konrad caught him from the side, driving him sideways into the shelves. They crashed—books exploding in the air. Erich twisted mid-fall, planting a boot on the edge of a chair and launching off it.
He spun. Elbow first.
Konrad absorbed the hit with a shoulder turn, grabbed Erich's forearm, and locked it—temporarily.
"Do it now!" he shouted.
I reached in, aiming for his thread, trying to sync it with mine.
My hand caught his wrist.
The mont locked.
Everything slowed.
And I saw it.
—An open Plain. —A bell. —A blade. —A man screaming. —A woman falling. —Fire. —Cold. —A promise. —A na I didn't recognize, shouted.
Erich's body flared white.
The sync broke.
He scread—his eyes hollowed, glowing white.
The clinic shattered—not physically. Temporarily.
Walls bent inward. Helene raised her hand. A shimr. A warp. The space folded into itself, caught in a loop of its own making.
***
We were no longer in a room.
We were inside a fight that had already started.
Erich didn't hesitate. He pushed forward again, faster this ti. His thread trailed behind him like a ribbon of burning light.
Clara threw up a stabilizing pulse—blue waves vibrating outward—but Erich cut through it. The field cracked.
Konrad braced himself and launched a mont lock.
The world froze for half a heartbeat.
Erich's montum suspended mid-air, body twisted like a predator mid-pounce.
I blinked behind him. Clara repositioned.
"Now!" Konrad barked.
Clara fired another pulse. I slamd my palm to Erich's back.
Ti fractured.
He moved again, faster than before. The lock shattered.
Konrad was flung across the room, hitting the floor with a grunt. Clara's pulse recoiled on her like a wave bouncing against steel. She staggered.
Erich turned on , eyes lit with sothing beyond mory—like recognition touched with grief.
"Why couldn't you just let go..." he said.
"You can't run away from it forever!" I shouted at him.
He lunged forward.
We collided.
His fists moved like a mory recalled mid-motion—fluent and furious. I barely ducked one, took a glancing hit across the ribs, then rewound—sliding back just enough to regroup.
Clara pulsed again, this ti with intention. The light caught Erich mid-turn, stalling his rhythm. Konrad was back on his feet. Blood ran from his lip, but his stance hadn't changed.
"We have to end this," he said.
I nodded.
"Together."
***
We moved at once.
Clara surged forward, releasing a dual-wave, a resonance pulse—one for stability, the other tuned sharp to disrupt his flow. It hit Erich clean. He staggered.
Konrad darted in from the left. He grabbed Erich's shoulder, spun him mid-strike, and slamd him back against the wall of warped light.
I stepped, blinking behind him, reaching for his thread once more.
I touched his spine.
His breath caught.
For a mont, the space turned quiet.
No motion. No sound. Just pressure.
The thread locked.
Erich frozen in place—our threads now synced.
The mont collapsed inward.
The loop Helene had created buckled. Sealed.
The light shattered and withdrew.
We were back in the clinic.
Erich crumbled to his knees.
Barely breathing. His whole body shaking. Trembling.
Konrad stood above him. Clara knelt beside. I stepped back.
"I... rember," he said.
He looked at the three of us—his eyes clear now.
And for the first ti, I saw him. Not as a fighter, not as a threat—but as soone returning from the edge of sothing none of us could na.
Tatsuya.
Behind us, Helene exhaled, her hand now lowered.
S smiled faintly.
Like this had all gone exactly the way she planned.
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