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While hesitating about what to do, Eylan took a step back.
At that moment, the boys restrained the kid, pinning his arms.
The child panicked, screaming for help, tears already streaming down his face.
As this happened, something strange occurred within Eylan's thoughts.
Eylan's mind trembled, as if someone had plucked an old, forgotten string inside him, awakening something long buried.
His memories.
But they didn't belong to himā¦
Seeing a boy cornered by older kids, something inside Eylan tightened.
Too strong.
A memory broke through the surface:
An orphanage.
Screams.
A child who tried to challenge the Nightmareā¦ and came back as a monster.
Blood on the walls.
Panic.
Pain.
Bodies far too small for so much violence.
And the boy whose body he now inhabitedāsmall, alone, helpless.
Eylan's breath faltered.
'Why? Why don't you help him? Why do you hesitate?'
A haunting voice.
It came from the depths of his subconscious, a reflection of his past.
A weak will, yet so twisted it inspired dread.
Along with the memories and the voice that accompanied them, he instinctively felt that ignoring it would cause problems in the future.
"I'm not even Awakened yet, and I already have my own sin of consolation."
His face wore a sarcastic smile. Still, his eyes welled up for some unknown reason.
The knife moved toward the boy's stomach.
"If that's how it isā¦ then I'm grateful."
Eylan shot forward at full speed.
Before the blade could cut the boy, a hand seized the attacker's wrist.
The pressure was so strong that the kid's skin turned pale.
"Stop. Now." Eylan said, tremendous authority pouring from his voice.
The young man began to tremble, eyes wide, mouth trying to form words. But when he met that heavy gazeā
The words died before they could be spoken.
One of the other boys stammered, overtaken by fear:
"This wasn't part of the deal! I thought we were just supposed to lure a normal guy!"
He turned and ran.
"D-da-damn it, a D-d-dreamer!"
Another stuttered before fleeing as well.
Seeing that two had already run off and the last one was on the verge of panic, Eylan loosened his grip and let him escape.
As the scumbag ran, Eylan looked at the boy beside him.
The kid looked fragile, with pale skin and dark circles under his eyes.
His hair was obsidian-black, and an aura of weakness surrounded him.
'Could it beā¦?'
But before he could finish the thought, the boy started running away. Tears still filled his eyes, yet his gaze had changed, now full of life.
"ā¦never mind."
With a hint of disappointment, Eylan walked out of the alley.
A shiver ran through his senses.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
The sound of applause reached Eylan's ears.
A muffled laugh echoed through the alley.
It sounded as if someone had just heard a masterful joke.
"ā¦I can't believe you fell for it."
A voice spoke from the back of the alley.
"They say patience is a virtue. Things come to those who wait."
A young man stepped out of the darkness.
Blond hair, blue eyes, sun-tanned skin like someone who lived under the sun. A small mole rested beneath his left eye.
He wore golden armor with gilded accents and a rabbit emblem.
Blue and white engravings traced its surface.
The young man stared at him like prey caught in a trap.
"Youā¦ who are you?" Eylan asked heavily. Had he met this guy before?
"You dare ignore me again, mutt? Very well. I'll end your prideāand your lifeātoday."
The disgust in his voice was unmistakable.
At that instant, thunder roared within Eylan's Sea of Soul.
'ā¦So this is where the danger was coming from.'
Feeling enlightened, he made a decision.
Run.
He knew perfectly well that a lone Dreamer without support would never defeat a Legacyāespecially not one with companions.
And he wasn't alone.
Others emerged from the shadows.
Lackeys.
"This is the last time I'll tell you. My name is Willian. I'm from the Lupus Clan. I will make you pay for your actions!"
Eylan was stunned.
How could someone kill another person over a mere disagreement?
Still, questioning it wouldn't change the reality before him.
"Damn, your self-esteem must be really low if you want to kill me just because I forgot your name."
The provocation came out sharp.
"What did you say?!" Willian exploded in rage.
Eylan provoked himānot because he enjoyed mocking the guy. Not at all.
But because he needed time.
The water sphere was already prepared.
The three Legacies advanced.
Willian wielded a golden blade with a cross-shaped guard, a ruby set in its center, and an ornate hilt. A bastard sword, wrapped in a halo of blue light.
The other two carried similar weapons, but they didn't seem to be born from inherited memories. They were likely forged specifically for them.
Willian attacked first, slashing diagonally toward Eylan's chest.
The lackeys split upā
one moving to his side,
the other blocking the alley's exit.
The water sphere had fully formed, roughly the size of a watermelon.
It was launched at high speed, smashing into the head of the lackey guarding the exit.
It burst apart, soaking both the man and the surrounding area.
The impact threw him to the ground, his head slamming hard.
Willian seized the opening.
The strike came.
Eylan manifested water, but its shape was still unstable. The blade cut through the liquid defense and struck his chest.
A glancing blowābut enough to burn like fire.
The wound was deep.
'That lightā¦'
It increased the blade's reach. Eylan was sure of it.
The water form exploded, drenching Willian and clouding his vision for a moment, granting Eylan a few precious seconds.
He tried to retreatābut the other lackey was already lunging, aiming for his neck.
Instead of retreating, Eylan advanced.
As the sword was about to reach his vital point, he twisted his body, avoiding the blade by a hair's breadth.
The lackey, leaning too far into the attack, slipped on the water spread across the ground.
Perfect.
Willian was still recovering, and the other lackey was barely getting up after the earlier impact. Eylan wouldn't let the chance to thin their numbers slip away.
Putting all his strength into it, he threw an uppercut.
The opponent, who had been falling forward, was launched backward instead.
Eylan's fingers throbbed with pain, but it was drowned out by the fight.
Willian regained his vision at that momentāhis rage almost tangible.
"You trash, using such cheap tricks?!" he shouted.
Eylan didn't spare him a word.
His focus was on the fallen enemy.
Even the heavy punch hadn't knocked the Legacy out, but he was dazed, the world spinning.
Eylan followed no code of honor.
Seeing the opponent defenseless on the ground, he kicked him hard in the groin without hesitation.
A groan cut through the alley.
Foam spilled from the man's mouth as he passed out.
'One down.'
With fewer opponents, Eylan had more room to defend himself and run.
However, just as he intended to flee down the alley, excruciating pain struck him.
The adrenaline faded, and the wound in his chest throbbed brutally.
His breathing grew heavy, the pain intensifying with every second.
Unfortunately, Willian was already attacking again.
Charging at Eylan, Willian tore through the distance between them in an instant.
"Shitā¦" Eylan muttered.
Instinctively, Eylan raised his arm to defend himself.
The sword came down like a judge deciding his fate.
It struck his arm, carving deep.
The sound of flesh being cut was horrifying.
Eylan screamed.
But it wasn't over.
Willian pulled the sword back, tearing more blood and flesh free.
The other lackey, now recovered, struck Eylan's stomach with the flat of his blade.
It was a devastating blow.
The impact hurled him violently into the wall.
Eylan felt his ribs shatter and scrape against his lungs.
Something hot and viscous rose up his throat.
He spat blood, pouring from his mouth in thick amounts.
Crimson spread across the ground.
Willian stared at Eylan, who returned the gaze with fear-filled eyes.
The Legacy looked at him like a crushed insect.
"ā¦Look at that. Where's the comedian from earlier? Don't blame me for being violent."
He raised his sword once more.
Eylan's thoughts exploded.
'What did I do to deserve this? Where is justiceā¦'
But the truth was clear and painful, and Eylan knew it.
'Only the strong decide true justiceā¦ this is how the world works.'
Reality was cruel, raw, and merciless.
A voice rose from the depths of his soul, growing stronger.
Eylan didn't know if it was his subconscious.
His desire.
Or his will.
But it said exactly what he wanted.
'I want to kill him!'
Other voices joined in.
They repeated endlessly.
'I want to be stronger!'
'I want to live!'
One final voice rose above all the others:
'I want to go home!'
The inner sea churned.
The tide rose.
And the Soul overflowed.