The Chains Beyond Fate
As I bound my soul to his, I came across something I shouldn't have seen. I finally knew the true purpose of my beloved.
The endless void trembled.
The silver-haired girl floated alone within the darkness between worlds, her pale fingers shaking as ancient memories surged through her soul like violent tides. Around her drifted fragments of countless lifetimes—battlefields drenched in blood, kingdoms rising and falling, heroes praised by millions before dying beneath lonely skies.
And at the center of every memory—
him.
Always him.
Her beloved.
His soul has already undergone a thousand reincarnations, and he has always died as a "hero."
Her voice sounded hollow.
Broken.
Like someone who had watched eternity itself become a prison.
The stars around her dimmed one after another as unbearable truths surfaced from the deepest corners of existence.
He was chained by an existence greater than all.
A pressure beyond divine authority filled the void.
