Seventeen Years had passed since that moment.
Sebastian, now nineteen, had grown fond of a girl named Shilah. But Shilah's heart belonged to Oliver. Sebastian had always wished she would love him the same way—but her heartbeat seemed to move in sync with Oliver's.
Despite this, Sebastian, Oliver, and Shilah remained close friends.
One day, they traveled to a very small land, about one thousand and fifty meters away from the city of NOSX. It was there, on that quiet island, that Sebastian truly realized the truth—Shilah loved Oliver. The way she gave him attention, the way her gestures naturally leaned toward him… it was undeniable.
Something dark began to grow inside Sebastian.
Anger.
Hatred.
Jealousy.
Envy.
Even a quiet, dangerous urge he could barely control.
But Sebastian knew one thing—he could not defeat Oliver in a direct battle. Not yet.
So instead of acting, he fled.
He disappeared from everyone, leaving behind friendship in search of power.
And when he finally returned… he was no longer the same.
In the shadows, he made his move—sneaking toward Oliver's father, intent on killing him.
But just as he struck—XAN protected him.Tal immediately attacked him, but XAN pulled him back because any contact would erase him(XAN), leading Tal to die.Sebastian finally saw Oliver, and he was with Shilah. This made him mad, and he attacked again. XAN defended Oliver, and it made Sebastian so mad that he released his full power, and everything began to die.
Oliver asked XAN, "What has become of Sebastian?"
XAN said, "Sebastian has become the literal embodiment of death."
Oliver told XAN to go into attack mode, which he did, and Oliver immediately—boom, boom—traveled so fast to the time where Sebastian never had these powers and erased him from everyone's memory.
When he returned to the normal time, Shilah had died because she was the ultimate cause of Sebastian's darkness.Oliver felt so sad and depressed.
XAN took him through the portal that traps everything, including light, and told Oliver, "This is where you become what you are destined for, and your partner will come to you. Shilah is a temporal part of your life.""Where are we?"Oliver asked
XAN replied, "We have entered the Morden city in modern civilization. That portal was something that held back Kagemori from ever coming here, same with the other kings."
Oliver looked back and said goodbye to his parents and began a life for himself.
Twelve years passed, and Oliver's father's name was what people called him. He muted XAN for those twelve years to live a normal life.Hi,Am Tal People think I'm good-looking, with a pleasant character — maybe it's the calm, confident look I carry. They don't really know me, though. Most only see the surface. I'd say I'm the kind of man who loves himself… and nothing more.
I'm became a writer. In writing, storytelling is the fundamentals to write a literally device.My bad, that's a joke.
Tal has said it all about the life he has being living.now it's time to see the life he inhabits and the world that shapes him.
His apartment overlooked the city, a minimalist sanctuary of order and precision. No clutter, no distractions. Everything in its place — much like his mind. Nights were spent analyzing his were ups, refining strategies, or playing chess against himself, each move sharpening not only his skills but his patience. And yet, in all the structure, in all the logic, something was missing.
It wasn't in the boardrooms or the calculated deals. It wasn't in the victories, the trophies, or the recognition. It was something far quieter, something that could only be felt, not measured — a longing for a presence he couldn't yet define. And though Tal had mastered the world outside, he had yet to understand the world inside him.
By noon, Tal was on a plane from Morden city to carlz . The reason for his journey was to find someone who could make him feel like he did to shilah.
By nightfall, Tal found himself in a dimly lit club in carlz city .the bass of the music vibrating through the floor. He wasn't sure why he had chosen this place, but the crowd, the lights, and the chaos somehow felt like the exact opposite of his controlled life.A man slid into the seat across from him, grinning. "You don't look like you belong here," he said, waving his drink in Tal's direction.
Tal smirked. "And what would someone who belongs here look like?"
"Loud, reckless… easy to read. You? You're none of that.""Good observation," Tal said, taking a slow sip. "I'm not here to be read."
The man laughed, leaning back. "I'm Cihan. And you are?"
"Tal," he said, eyes scanning the room but never leaving Cihan's face.
Cihan tilted his head. "Tal… mysterious. I like it. So, what brings you to carlz? Business or trouble?"
"None," Tal said, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"Ah," Cihan said, raising an eyebrow. "A man with secrets. Care to share one?"
Tal leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Depends. Can you handle the truth?"
Cihan laughed. "Try me."
"Am a traveller from the time from times" Tal said, almost casually.
Cihan's eyes widened. "Now that… that's the kind of crazy I can respect. Cheers to that."
Tal clinked his glass against Cihan's. "To chaos… and whatever comes next."
After drinking the next both woke smelling of alcohol
The room smelled faintly of alcohol and city air. Sunlight slipped through the half-drawn curtains, cutting across the bed like a quiet reminder that the night was over — whether he was ready or not. He reached for his phone, squinting at the time,7:30 a.m.
Cihan, upright in his own bed. His phone slipped from his hand as the realization hit him.
"Shit."
He glanced at the clock 7:30 a.m. His interview was at nine.No time to think now.He moved fast - shower, toothbrush, clothes pulled on with careless urgency. By eight, he was out the door, weaving through the streets toward the bus station.
Back at the hotel, Tal was doing the opposite.
Cihan arrived at the office on time — breathless, focused, ready. Unfortunately for him, the boss wasn't.
After a short wait and a few polite apologies, he was told the interview would be postponed. No new date. No guarantees.
By afternoon, Tal had already grown tired of carlz. By evening, he was on a plane bound for mushi T.Mid-flight, Tal raised his hand.
"I'd like to request a parachute," he said calmly.
The flight attendant froze, blinking at him. "Sir… a parachute?"
"Yes," Tal replied, meeting her confusion without hesitation.
"That's… not something we provide."
Tal smiled faintly. "What a strange way to deny someone with a straight face."
The woman looked even more confused.
"Hesitation," Tal added quietly, "is the limit of one's life. Hurry up."
She excused herself immediately, walking away to consult someone — leaving Tal alone with his thoughts, staring out at the clouds, already treating gravity like just another decision waiting to be made.
Tal arrived at mushi T knowing one thing that he needed a shilah in his life.if he doesn't feel it then he leaves whenever he wants.tal was hungry.He stopped first at a small roadside restaurant, ordering whatever the waiter recommended. The food was simple, rich, unhurried — nothing like the meals he used to eat between meetings. When he finished, he paid without checking the time and walked straight to the bus station.
Molis was quiet when he arrived.He booked a modest guest house, dropped his bag, and stepped back outside almost immediately, drawn by the cool evening air. He walked with no destination, letting the neighborhood introduce itself — narrow streets, low conversations, warm lights behind old windows.
A small shop caught his attention.
Crates of tomatoes were stacked neatly outside, their red skins catching the fading sunlight. Three sisters stood behind them.
Tal approached, studying the produce. "What do you sell here?" he asked calmly.
The youngest sister scowled, clearly irritated by the question. Before she could speak, the middle one answered quickly.
"Tomatoes," she said, a hint of apology in her voice.
Tal nodded. "Are you the ones selling them?"
"Yes," she replied, glancing at her younger sister.
He bought a basket and handed over the money. "What are your names?"
The middle sister smiled. "I'm Isabella. This is my younger sister, Sofia. Our elder sister is Lucia."
Tal looked around. "Lucia isn't here?"
"She went to get something. She'll be back soon."
Tal thanked them and turned to leave just as a voice drifted in from behind him.
"Is everything okay?"
He turned. A woman was approaching — calm, composed, with an effortless presence.
"Are you Lucia?" Tal asked.
She paused, surprised. "Yes."
"Your sister told me your name," he said simply.
Lucia smiled. "Oh."
Their eyes lingered for a second too long before Tal nodded politely and walked away.
As he left, Isabella leaned toward Lucia. "Why were you looking at him like that?"
"I wasn't," Lucia replied quickly.
Isabella laughed. "He's good-looking. Tall. Masculine energy."
Lucia said nothing — but she didn't deny it.
That night, Tal returned to the guest house around 8:30. He pulled a chair outside, sat beneath the open sky, and stared at the stars. No music. No phone. Just silence and distance.