Then he heard a voice, a voice so distant it felt as if it were emanating from eons away, from realms so unfathomable they defied all understanding. It was thunderous yet feminine, echoing through the void as if it had been searching for a long, long time—searching through the now and the never, through eternities and forevers. "How fortunate to have finally found someone. You bear my mark, little one," the voice intoned. "You may think you've just died, but I have been searching for a soul like yours for what feels like an eternity. You are not just blessed, young one; you are the last proof of our existence. Take all that is left of us and make wise use of it. We do not wish for you to avenge us, but to live, to survive, and to embody what we were—the true ones. Your survival will be the proof of us in a never-ending eternity, a resounding answer to those hungry, greedy beings who take everything without consequence or thought. Consider yourself chosen!"
Legend of The Young Master
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