Chapter 8 – Temple of the Forgotten Oath

The rain hadn’t stopped since morning. In this land, even the sky mourned the truth.

Yoru stood motionless atop a cliffside plateau overlooking a ruined temple—its arches bent like broken limbs, its stones carved with lies. Every scripture etched into the walls below claimed the same thing:

“The Holy Hero saved us from the darkness.”

But there was no holy hero.

Only one boy who bled for the world—and was buried by it.

“I remember now,” Yoru whispered, his voice trembling—not from fear, but fury. “This is where they rewrote history.”

A memory burned back into him.

The temple wasn’t always a ruin. It once shone with divine gold, with his name sung by thousands. But that name… it had been overwritten.

In its place was a lie—one fed to the masses, blessed by the Church, immortalized by the system.

A hero who wasn’t him.

And below the sanctuary’s altar was the cracked symbol of an ancient magic—a forbidden glyph that pulsed at Yoru’s approach.

He knelt before it.

“Tsuyoi Ritual: Erosion of the Chosen.”

Blood from his palm flowed into the cracks, igniting the symbol in a deep violet flame. The magic twisted the very air around him. A voice echoed in his mind:

“You are no longer blessed by fate. You are its desecration.”

The glyph responded.

From deep underground, something stirred—an echo of his former self, sealed and forgotten.

The temple shook.

And then the statue of the “Holy Hero” crumbled to dust.