The Fortune Telling Arts was finally initiated.
Deep inside the dark void, Aksai's phantom stirred once again.
It was no longer drifting aimlessly. This time, it was steady, sitting cross-legged in perfect balance. The space around it rippled, and from the center of that ripple, a thin silver thread emerged. Then another. Then dozens more.
Soon, a web of luminous threads surrounded the phantom, glowing softly against the pitch-black emptiness.
The phantom's eyes opened—calm, clear, and full of strange light.
In the physical world, behind the seated clone, a faint shape began to appear. At first, it looked like a mirage, a blur of light and shadow. But slowly, it took form.
