The symbol inside the Hollow burned into my vision.The compass.My compass.Identical.For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.“That… can’t be possible,” I whispered.Yet the truth pulsed through the bond, undeniable.The Hollow wasn’t simply born from imbalance.It had once been balance itself.The creature roared, its massive body writhing as silver, gold, and white light clashed against the darkness surrounding it. Cracks spread across its form, revealing flashes of the same radiant energy glowing within me.Pain echoed through my chest.Not physical.Emotional.Like watching a wounded part of my own soul suffer.The ancient voice inside me spoke again, quieter now.“When unity shattered, balance lost its shadow.”Understanding formed slowly.“When the original being split…” I murmured, “something was left behind.”“Not left,” the voice corrected gently. “Rejected.”Memories flickered at the edge of awareness fear, doubt, uncertainty.The parts of existence no one wanted to claim.
Magbasa pa