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The palace was too quiet.
Too polished.
Too still.
Anna stood at the center of fractured marble, her breath steady despite the tremor humming beneath her skin. Across from her, Aeryn watched as though this were theater.
Behind the glass walls, reflections stretched endlessly.
And within one of them—
Shou Feng.
Bleeding.
Unmoving.
Her voice was ice.
"What did you do?"
Aeryn's smile was faint. Thoughtful. "You'll have to be specific."
She pointed toward the reflection. "Why is he there?"
"Why are you here?" he countered gently.
The air shifted, reacting to her pulse.
"You invited us."
"Yes."
"You separated us."
"Yes."
"You trapped Yuvan."
"For a moment."
"And now Shou Feng appears inside a mirror like some cruel decoration."
Aeryn tilted his head. "Interesting that you call him cruel."
Her jaw tightened.
"Answer me."
He began circling her slowly, footsteps echoing in measured rhythm.
"You entered my palace," he said. "A palace built on reflection. On truth. On distortion. And you're surprised it shows you something?"
"That's not truth."
"How would you know?"
The wind stirred faintly around her ankles.
"He's not from this world," she said. "Neither is Kiyoshi. Why are they connected to this place?"
Aeryn stopped walking.
"Oh," he murmured softly. "You noticed."
Anna's eyes sharpened. "Stop speaking in riddles."
He studied her like one studies a blade—testing its edge.
"Tell me," he said. "Why does it disturb you more to see him bleeding… than to see Yuvan disappear?"
Her breath faltered.
The wind reacted.
"Don't twist this."
"Everything here twists," he replied calmly. "That is its nature."
She stepped forward.
"Is he real?"
Aeryn's gaze flickered toward the mirror.
"Does it matter?"
"It matters to me."
"And why," he asked quietly, "does it matter to you?"
Silence pressed in.
Because Shou Feng was steady.
Because he never flinched.
Because he was—
She pushed the thought away.
"You're playing with illusions."
"I'm playing with reactions."
Her fingers curled.
The wind tightened.
"You speak like you know me."
Aeryn's eyes softened—dangerously so.
"I know storms," he said. "And I know what creates them."
The air around her spine chilled.
"You think pain makes power?"
"I think pain shapes it."
The reflection shifted.
Shou Feng's head moved slightly.
Blood traced down his temple.
Her heart slammed.
"You're using him."
"No."
Aeryn's voice lowered.
"I am showing you what you are afraid to see."
The wind trembled violently.
"I am not afraid."
"Everyone is."
He stepped closer.
"You walked into this palace not for answers about me."
His voice dropped almost to a whisper.
"You came for something else."
She said nothing.
"You want to know why certain people are tied to your fate," he continued. "Why they exist near you. Why the world rearranges around you."
Her eyes darkened.
"Speak clearly."
Aeryn's smile returned—thin and sharp.
"Very well."
The air suddenly thickened.
"But understand this, Anna…"
He leaned closer.
"Truth always costs."
The Wind Whisperer awakened.
Fully.
The floor cracked in a circular fracture around her feet.
The chandeliers trembled violently.
Aeryn straightened.
"There it is."
The wind wrapped around her arms in spirals of silver current.
"You wanted to see a storm?" she said quietly.
The glass along the walls began to splinter.
"I will show you one."
She moved first.
The air struck him like a collapsing sky.
The impact blasted him across the hall, shattering panels of mirrored glass. He flipped midair, landing hard but upright, boots scraping marble.
She didn't pause.
A second wave slammed forward, heavier, denser—compressed wind sharp enough to slice.
Aeryn raised his hand.
The air bent around him.
Not blocked.
Redirected.
The currents twisted violently, colliding above them like invisible serpents.
"You rely too much on force," he said calmly through the storm.
She thrust her palm forward.
The wind condensed into blades.
They tore through the floor, ripping marble upward in jagged fragments.
Aeryn vanished—
And reappeared behind her.
"You're angry."
She spun instantly.
A circular burst exploded outward from her body.
The shockwave hurled him backward into a pillar.
Stone cracked.
Blood surfaced at his lip again.
This time he did not smile.
He lunged.
His fingers sliced through the air, and golden sigils burned briefly before dissolving into threads that wrapped around her wrists.
The wind faltered.
Just slightly.
He stepped closer.
"You are powerful," he said. "But you are not balanced."
Her eyes blazed.
The Wind Whisperer roared in defiance, tearing through the sigils in a violent spiral.
The entire palace shook.
Glass shattered inward like rain.
They collided midair—her wind against his distortion.
Pressure crushed the oxygen from the room.
Their faces were inches apart.
"Why Shou?" she demanded through clenched teeth.
"Because he matters to you."
"He's injured!"
"Yes."
Rage surged.
She slammed him downward.
The floor exploded.
Cracks raced outward like lightning veins.
She hovered above him, wind spiraling violently around her.
"You think this weakens me?"
Aeryn lay still beneath fractured marble.
Then—
He laughed softly.
"I think it slows you."
The wind hesitated.
"Why?"
His eyes locked onto hers.
"I heard you're searching for your father."
The storm froze.
Just for a heartbeat.
He saw it.
"I can take you to him."
Her breath caught.
"You don't know anything about that."
"I see a girl," he continued gently, "standing near a doorway. Looking down a road. Waiting."
The palace went quiet.
The wind lost rhythm.
"A helpless girl," he whispered, "longing for her father's love."
"Stop."
But her voice had cracked.
And that was enough.
Aeryn rose slowly.
"I see it in you."
He lifted his hand.
Golden threads formed a circle in the air.
The wind tried to scatter it.
It couldn't.
He looked past her shoulder.
"You wanted answers."
The air shifted behind her.
Presence.
Real.
She turned.
And her world fractured.
Kiyoshi stood There..
—
The corridor felt wrong.
Too quiet.
Shou Feng moved ahead, steps precise but faster than usual. Kiyoshi followed beside him, hands folded into his sleeves, expression unreadable.
"Yuvan?" Shou called.
The name dissolved into silence.
No answer.
Glass walls stretched endlessly around them, reflecting empty corridors.
"The air shifted," Kiyoshi said quietly.
"I felt it," Shou replied.
Not wind.
Pressure.
Like the palace itself was holding its breath.
They turned the corner. A thin crack split across one of the mirrors as they passed.
"Anna wouldn't leave formation without reason," Shou said.
"Then she was forced," Kiyoshi answered.
That word tightened the space between them.
Shou's jaw hardened. "Yuvan wouldn't leave her."
"No."
Which meant someone separated them.
A faint tremor pulsed through the floor.
They both stopped.
Wind.
Unstable.
"She's fighting," Shou said.
"Yes."
Another surge — stronger. Glass vibrated along the walls.
"We can't locate all three," Shou muttered. "Anna. Yuvan. Aeryn."
Kiyoshi's gaze sharpened slightly. "That is intentional."
"To isolate her?"
"Yes."
Shou turned toward him. "For what?"
"To test."
A distant crash echoed from the central hall. Marble breaking. Air collapsing inward.
Shou's control thinned. "She is not an experiment."
"No," Kiyoshi said calmly. "She is leverage."
The word hit harder than the tremor beneath their feet.
Wind spiraled again — this time wild, emotional.
"That's not controlled," Shou muttered.
"No," Kiyoshi agreed. "That is personal."
They reached the staircase leading down. Wind seeped upward like silver smoke.
"If Aeryn is provoking her—" Shou began.
"He is."
Another explosion below.
Shou didn't hesitate this time. He descended quickly.
"If he harms her—"
"He will not," Kiyoshi said.
"You sound certain."
"I am."
They reached the shattered doors of the central hall.
Wind burst through the cracks.
Shou pushed them open.
The hall beyond was wrecked — marble fractured, glass raining down like dust.
And at the center—
A storm.
Shou stopped.
Because this wasn't just power.
It was emotion.
Beside him, Kiyoshi watched silently.
Neither said it aloud.
But both understood—
They could not fight three battles at once.
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To be continued