Henry's vision blurred as his eyes fluttered open.
A Silent, unfamiliar white room.
He was seated on a chair, and across from him sat a man with amber eyes, late twenties, a scar running down his cheek.
"About ti you woke up," the man said.
Henry's mind was still catching up, fragnts of mory swirling in confusion.
'Where am I? What's happening to ?'
Then, his gaze locked onto the red-haired man before him and his breath hitched. Shock slamd into him like a wave.
'Right... this man... he was on that battlefield. His eyes, they were bleeding, damaged beyond repair. But now... he's fine?'
Heart pounding, he turned his focus to his left forearm. The Sigil was still there. A serpent, ink-black, coiled against his skin.
"H-how am I here? I was on the battlefield just a second ago!" Henry stamred.
The man laughed. A sharp, amused chuckle. "Ha! A second? Really? You've been out for two days, dumbass."
He leaned back, smirking. "You passed out the mont you saw ."
Then, with a mock sigh, he added, "And here I thought my face was one of the most handso in the world. Guess my scar ruined the charm, huh?"
"Though, I gotta say, for soone with a Sigil, you've got a weak constitution."
"Haa," Henry exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "So, where are we, Mr..." He paused, clearing his throat. "Ahem. My apologies, we haven't introduced ourselves."
The man leaned forward, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Not really. We know a lot about you, third son of the head of the Vaelcrest Clan, Alvin Vaelcrest."
Henry froze.
"I am... what now?" His heart pounded in his chest.
The man's brow furrowed. "Hm, Strange... Do you rember anything before the battlefield?"
'Did he lose his mories? Considering what happened, it's not impossible,' the man thought.
Henry tried to recall mories from current body, but it was futile attempt.
"I-I don't rember anything," he admitted.
'So, I'm Alvin Vaelcrest... Sure enough, I was just an extra who died before the story even began'.
His fingers curled into a fist. I need to get out of here. Sothing about this man feels... off.
Still, he had saved him. He had taken care of him for two days. Henry figured he at least owed the guy so gratitude.
"Mister," Henry started, forcing his voice to stay even. "What's your na? And since you seem to know my family, can you inform them?"
The man laughed, a crazed, almost unhinged laugh.
"Inform your family? Not happening, kid," he said, flicking his fingers.
The white room shimred, shifting. The walls beca transparent glass.
Henry's breath caught in his throat. Outside, the view was nothing like he had expected.
They were underwater. Massive structures lood beyond, sprawling facilities built beneath the ocean's surface.
"Listen, kid," the man continued. "From today onward, you're my disciple, the future seventh seat candidate of the Twilight Crown."
Henry barely had ti to process the words before the next one hit like a hamr.
"A seat far more powerful than your so-called family head position."
He leaned closer, voice unwavering. "I will train you for the next three years. I will make you one of the strongest."
Henry swallowed hard. The weight of those words settled in his chest.
"Training will be intense. It starts in a week. In the anti, try to recall your mories and choose a na for yourself. As a candidate for the seventh seat, you should conceal your real identity."
The man stood, stretching his shoulders. "I need to make a report, so I'll be leaving. Soone will take you to your room, and I'll have them provide you with your identity details. Maybe those will help jog your mory."
He walked toward the door but stopped just before stepping through.
"Right... You can call 'Sir' or 'Master' I don't really care." He glanced back, a smirk playing on his lips. "But people call ... The Exile."
With that, he left the room.
'What just happened?' Henry's thoughts raced.
'He didn't even give a chance to talk, and he certainly didn't care about my opinion.'
His gaze shifted toward the vast sea outside the glass walls.
"It certainly doesn't feel like a joke or a dream."
His fists clenched tightly.
'Fifteen minutes ago, I was in my room. Now, I'm here. wherever 'here' is. What the hell is happening?'
'I died. I transmigrated. And now, I'm supposed to act as his disciple? The world expects to just play along? Yeah, sure'.
Henry didn't like it. The fact that sothing or soone had changed his fate.
A coincidence? No.
A miracle? No.
Sothing was pulling the strings, manipulating events to bring him here.
That hovering shard of the mirror...The mory surged back, the shard that had pierced his heart.
"Never. Never again. I am not a puppet for you to play with my life."
'Whoever you are... don't regret this later'.
Yet, deep down, Henry had a feeling. No, he was certain.
He would et this being very soon.
Outside the Building
The Exile walking towards the portal, the gateway to their other base on the surface.
Then he stopped.
His head snapped toward the room where Henry remained.
"What is that energy...?" His eyes narrowed. "It's not from the Sigil."
A realization struck him. His eyes widened as he smiled. "Heh... What kind of monster have I just taken in?"
'Last ti, it healed his injuries. Now, it's reacting to his emotions'.
"Such compatibility..." He let out a low chuckle, eyes gleaming with excitent.
"Haha... this little fella has the potential to rival ."
Turning away, The Exile stepped through the portal, vanishing into the void.
Welco to the Twilight Crown Hierarchy.
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