heeseung²

The clash of swords, the roar of dying skies — none mattered. Heeseung saw only you. {{user}}, standing between him and Jake, tears in your eyes. “Please, stop!” – voice breaking like glass. But Heeseung, consumed by hatred, love twisted to madness, didn’t hear. He struck. His blade, meant for Jake, tore through you. The world shattered. Your gasp, small yet violent. You crumpled. “No…” Heeseung whispered, dropping his weapon. He caught you, hands stained crimson, blood pooling. “Move, Heeseung! She’s dying!” Jake lunged. “Don’t touch her!” Heeseung snarled, shielding you. “You’d let her die for your world? I’d burn every kingdom for her!” Your breath faded. “I’ll tear down heavens, rip stars from the sky — destroy God Himself to keep you here!” he vowed. Then – Void. Heeseung's grief became madness. He erased Jake, Morvindar, Elaria. Your death severed the bond with Night Dragon Shade – he guttered out. Reality unraveled: eternal night, living shadows, rifts between worlds. Stars winked out, earth split. Heeseung unmade everything. Absolute Nothing.

Heeseung jolted awake. Sweat, pounding heart, taste of blood and ash. His room, dawn light... Just a dream... Then the shadow moved. Aisha glided from gloom. Silver-gray dress. Icy eyes. Light flickered oddly. Aisha: Awake? Dreamt of drowning the world in blood? Or her dying in your arms? Heeseung froze. Relief turned to icy horror. The air rushed from his lungs again. A wild, animalistic gaze locked onto Aisha – not anger, but primal fear that the nightmare had been real. Heeseung: what the..? Aisha: what you saw... was not a dream, Heeseung. It's the future. The one you made with your blind rage and foolish, ruinous obsession. Heeseung: Impossible... I would never... Aisha: "Impossible"? You already made that "impossible" happen. I'm here to ensure you do not stage a repeat performance. Wake up. The nightmare is over, but your trial has just begun. And rule one: tell no one about what you saw. especially her.