The Voice in the Abyss
The night is still.
Sang lays in his bed, eyes open, thoughts tangled like a storm. The ceiling above offers no answers—only silence.
Sang (whispers to himself):
"Am I really someone special? There's nothing wrong with me… right? But then why does everyone keep saying I mentioned the name—Keyokthai Shammroy? Why does it echo in my bones like I've known it forever? And what is that beast who talks with me in the black void ."
His mind flashes with fragments.
A same voice before —deep, otherworldly.
"CONCENTRATE ON YOUR HEART. GIVES YOU A LIGHT. SPIN IT. YOU WILL GET WHAT YOU WERE WAITING FOR."
Sang bolts upright, a shiver running through his spine.
He clutches his chest. And then he get the face of sylin in his mind.
Sang (murmuring):
"That voice… in the abyss… And Sylin… Why did I just feel her presence in my mind? Do I… love her? I've felt this before. I've lived this before."
He closes his eyes slowly.
He looks towards the window, a cold breeze brushing his skin.
Sang (resolute):
"I need to find out… who I really am."
The Morning After
A cold gasp. Sang jolts awake, beads of sweat dripping down his face.
The nightmare still clings to his skin.
He washes up, silently eats breakfast, and heads to the one place that might feel normal: high school.
But the world hasn't forgotten him.
A Hall Full of Eyes
As Sang walks through the school gates, every eye sharpens on him like blades.
Whispers:
"It's him…"
"The guy from the news…"
"He destroyed the forest, right?"
"He's hiding something."
Questions fly at him like darts, but he walks through them—silent, unreadable.
He slumps into his bench as if dragging the weight of the universe with him.
Elvein (gently approaching):
"Sang... why didn't you come to school all these days? We were worried..."
But Sang doesn't flinch.
His voice, cold as frost:
Sang:
"Don't disturb me. Stay away."
Elvein (in her mind, startled):
"Those eyes… no. Did he remember everything?"
The Teacher's Fury
The classroom door slams open.
The teacher storms in, eyes scanning.
Teacher:
"Sang Jaey! You finally showed up! Come here."
Sang walks slowly to the front.
SLAP!
Teacher (yelling):
"You idiot! Do you think school is a joke? Do you know how important your studies are?!"
Sang (quietly):
"I was in the hospital… I've been suffering from something strange. Please… just for now, forgive me."
Teacher (unconvinced):
"Where's your medical report, then?"
Sang:
"I-I don't have it with me right now…"
Teacher (furious):
"Don't make a fool out of me, Sang!"
Sang (defensive):
"I can bring the doctor to school. I'll prove it!"
The teacher glares… then sighs and nods.
Sang returns to his seat.
From the back of the class, a cruel voice erupts.
Unknown Student (mocking):
"Poor little sick Sang. What a joke."
The room bursts into laughter.
Humiliation and Friendship
Break time.
Elvein hesitates—still afraid of the new Sang.
Before she can move, a new boy strides confidently into the crowd.
He smirks, locking eyes with Sang, and throws verbal jabs in front of the girls, trying to destroy Sang's reputation and boost his own.
But Sang doesn't react. His silence is more powerful than any retort.
From behind, two familiar voices call out.
Bhuvaen:
"What a jerk, seriously."
Abdhar (smiling):
"How are you, Sang? Feeling better now?"
Sang (smiling faintly):
"Yeah… I'm okay."
Sang (curious):
"Who's that guy stirring up all the mess?"
Bhuvaen:
"Transfer student. Name's Neeran. Thinks he owns the place, as he was handsome he got the eyes of all girls in our school."
The three laugh quietly, sharing casual stories about what Sang missed.
For a moment—just a moment—things feel normal.
The Emperor's Demand
Far from Earth… in the dominion of shadows…
Inside a towering obsidian throne room, Emperor Threxius looms over a trembling spy, kneeling before him.
The Emperor's voice is like an icicle cracking through iron.
Threxius (coldly):
"Now tell me…"
"What is the KTHAI CLAN?"
"And how… do you justify that an extinct clan is rising again?"
The spy's lips tremble.
But the truth he carries… may shatter galaxies.