The wind howled.
The cliff was silent again.
Blood stained the rocks where Zeravon had fallen.
His body lay motionless on a narrow ledge far below — barely alive. The **Whispering Deep** yawned further beneath, waiting to consume what remained.
But before the darkness could claim him, a **soft light** drifted down from the sky.
A figure landed beside his broken body, as silent as moonlight touching still water.
She wore a flowing silver robe that shimmered with threads of **stardust silk**, her long hair cascading like a river of night.
Her eyes — pale violet — stared at Zeravon not with fear… but recognition.
> "So it's true," she whispered, kneeling beside him.
> "Even sealed… the world still tries to erase you."
With a flick of her hand, a golden lotus unfolded in the air — a rare Upper Realm healing talisman, **the Dewdrop Bloom**.
She placed it gently on Zeravon's chest.
The flower dissolved into light, spreading through his broken body. Bones realigned. Organs healed. The bleeding stopped. But the deeper injuries — the spiritual ruptures — would take time.
She sat beside him and exhaled slowly.
> "You don't know me yet… but you will."
> "For now, rest. I'll watch over you."
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**Elsewhere – Near the Cliff Top**
The disciples who had pushed him off the cliff returned to their sect group with fake panic.
> "He slipped while fighting a spirit beast!"
> "We tried to save him!"
No one suspected them. But **one person did** — a shadowed figure in the trees above.
A girl with dark eyes and a white fox on her shoulder.
> "Lying cowards," she murmured.
> "He's not dead. I felt it."
She vanished silently.
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**Back Beneath the Cliff — A Cave Hidden by Mist**
Zeravon slowly opened his eyes. The air was warm. The cave smelled of herbs and lotus milk.
He tried to sit up, but pain shot through his limbs.
> "Easy," a soft voice said.
He turned his head.
She sat near a small fire, grinding herbs.
> "Who… are you?" Zeravon asked, voice hoarse.
She looked at him, calm.
> "Someone who didn't want to see you die."
He stared at her, confused.
Her aura didn't feel like any normal cultivator.
> "Did… you save me?"
She smiled faintly. "You saved yourself. I just… delayed your death."
He lay back, exhausted.
> *Who is she? Why can't I feel her cultivation?*
> *And why… do her eyes feel like I've seen them before?*
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**That Night — As He Slept Again**
Yueyin stood at the mouth of the cave, watching the moon above.
She touched a ring hidden under her sleeve — an ancient token with no name.
> "You're still sleeping, Zeravon," she whispered.
> "But one day… you'll remember who you truly are."
> "And when you do… the Realms will tremble."
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