LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 52: Chapter 46: The Forgotten Hunter
A Name That Shouldn't Exist
There was no sound.
No movement.
Yet Yeaia and Klein could feel it—a presence pressing against the edges of their awareness.
It was not something that stalked them through alleys or lurked in the corners of their vision.
It did not have footsteps. It did not cast a shadow.
It simply was.
Like a thought that lingers after waking from a dream.
Like a half-formed memory—so close to being grasped but slipping away the moment one tries to hold onto it.
It had no name. No face. No voice.
Yet, it was watching.
And it was learning.
"It's close," Klein murmured.
Yeaia nodded, mismatched eyes scanning the rooftops, the skyline, the city below.
There was nothing there.
Not because it was hiding.
But because it was not meant to be seen.
Not by the world. Not by the people. Not even by the gods.
And yet, Yeaia and Klein could see its imprint.
A hollow space where something should be.
An absence that was more terrifying than any presence.
And worse—
"It recognizes us now," Yeaia muttered, their breath slow and controlled. "It's not just following anymore."
Klein's expression darkened. "It's searching."
Yeaia exhaled, the ember-like highlights in their hair flickering softly.
"No." They turned to him. "It's remembering."
Klein was silent.
Because that was the real problem.
This wasn't just some entity chasing after them.
It wasn't hunting like a predator seeking prey.
It was reconstructing itself.
Piece by piece.
Fragment by fragment.
And once it fully remembered—
It would exist.
Completely.
Permanently.
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A Place That Shouldn't Exist
Yeaia closed their eyes.
If they kept running, kept avoiding it, they were only giving it more time to complete itself.
They needed to act before it became something beyond their reach.
"Klein," Yeaia said suddenly.
He turned toward them sharply. "What?"
Yeaia inhaled deeply.
"I need to do something."
"Like what?" Klein's tone was wary.
Yeaia hesitated, then met his gaze.
"I need to distort it first."
Klein frowned. "That's—"
"I know it's dangerous." Yeaia cut him off. "But if we don't, it'll become something even you might not be able to erase."
Klein didn't argue right away.
Because he understood.
He wasn't the same person he had been in Tingen. He was now an Outer Deity—something that existed beyond time, beyond logic, beyond the constraints of this world.
But even now, there were things he could not change.
Things that had already become real.
If this thing completed itself, if it fully became a part of existence—
Even he would be powerless to undo it.
Yeaia's mismatched eyes gleamed in the dim light.
"There's a place," they said at last.
Klein's expression shifted. "Where?"
"A place that doesn't belong in this world."
"A hidden domain?"
"No," Yeaia murmured. "Worse."
A place beyond the gaze of gods.
A place not bound by the Sequence.
A place where things go when they are forgotten.
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The Boundary of Memory
They did not teleport.
They did not move through normal means.
Instead—
They erased the path behind them.
The moment they left the rooftop, it was as if they had never been there at all.
Their journey was not one of direction, but of absence.
And then, suddenly—
They arrived.
It was not a city.
It was not a ruin.
It was not a forgotten place in the conventional sense.
It was a threshold.
A doorway carved into the nothingness between dreams.
A place where time hesitated.
Where thoughts and reality blurred together.
Where things ceased to be—before they had ever been.
Klein's breath was steady, but Yeaia could tell he felt it too.
"This place…" Klein muttered.
Yeaia nodded.
"It's where things go when they are forgotten."
A domain even the gods fear.
And yet, they had no choice but to step inside.
Because if they didn't—
The hunter would step through first.
And then, it would no longer be forgotten.
It would be real.
And it would be too late.
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End of Chapter 46
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