Immortal Mythos: Bound by Void-Chapter 36 - 53: A Hunger Deeper Than the Void

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The explosion of flame was silent—light without sound, heat without fire.

Ren was the first to react, shielding Aiko and Himari as smoke spiraled outward. "He's coming back."

Kai muttered, "Or something else is."

A figure stepped from the flickering remains—cloaked in smoke, energy dancing like threads around him. It was Yuki, but his eyes shimmered with both void black and flame gold. His aura rippled in waves, distorting the ground.

Aiko's breath caught. "That's not just aura manipulation anymore... it's something else. He's fused both elements."

Yuki stumbled slightly. "I... remember things. Not all, but enough. The Eidolon—it's been watching longer than we thought."

Nogitsune walked forward, arms crossed. "You fused with the version of yourself you feared most. How do you feel?"

Yuki looked up, half-dazed, half-serious. "Hungry."

A beat.

Kai burst out laughing. "You fused reality and the void—and you still want food?!"

Aiko giggled. "That's so you."

Ren smirked. "Glad you're back, weirdo."

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But Haru didn't smile. His eyes were fixed on the sealed door that had just become visible behind the flame's wreckage.

"...Did anyone notice it opened itself?"

Everyone turned.

The great blackened door, with ancient markings like veins of light and shadow, now stood ajar.

Himari whispered, "The Eidolon is awake."

Yuki stepped forward, void and reality swirling gently behind him. "Then let's knock before it comes out to greet us."

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The moment Yuki touched the edge of the door, it opened without sound—no groan of ancient metal, no mystical burst. Just silence. Cold, surreal silence.

The group stepped inside one by one.

What they saw wasn't a room. It wasn't even a realm.

It was memory made real.

Fragments of time floated mid-air—echoes of battles, forgotten landscapes, ancient cities crumbling, laughter... screams. Everything suspended like glass shards in a voidlit sky.

Yuki walked forward, eyes reflecting a hundred versions of himself in the shards. "These are... not all mine."

Nogitsune's voice was low. "They're memories stolen. Lost. Some from you. Some from creatures who never got to tell their stories."

Then they saw it.

The eighth flame.

Suspended like a beating heart above a cracked pedestal, surrounded by sigils no one could read—except Himari, whose lips moved silently.

She was translating without realizing.

"This is where the world was rewritten... once."

Suddenly—

The flame pulsed.

A voice—soft, layered, ancient—echoed without direction:

> "You've come farther than I expected, fox-child... but you are still incomplete."

Everyone froze.

Yuki looked around. "Who said that?"

Then, in the center of the memory-space, a figure began to form—not fully shaped. Its face shifted constantly. At times it resembled Yuki. Then Nogitsune. Then... something unrecognizable.

The Eidolon.

> "You stare into what should not be seen. Yet you keep walking forward. Why?"

Yuki didn't blink. "Because I'm not afraid anymore."

The Eidolon tilted its head, smile barely forming.

> "Then let's see if your friends feel the same."

The memory shards began to fall.

Each one glowing, threatening to crash into the group like glass meteors.

And in the middle of it all, the eighth flame began to burn black.

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