The sound of his name—his real name—hung in the fractured air like a death sentence.
Liu Zhen.
The syllables struck harder than any blade or bullet. Lin staggered, breath punched from his lungs, the tether inside him flaring violently in response. His body convulsed, every nerve alight, as if the abyss itself had seized hold of him through the sound.
Min-joon's grip on him tightened like iron. "What—what did he just say?" His voice cracked, raw with confusion and fear. His eyes searched Lin's face desperately. "Lin… what did he mean?"
But Lin couldn't answer. His vision split again—one eye seeing Seoul in flames, the other locked onto the abyss, where his true name reverberated like a tolling bell. The tether writhed between both worlds, threatening to tear him apart.
