"Cocolia... Cocolia..." The mysterious voice echoed through the chamber, barely louder than a whisper, but sharp enough to make Cocolia jolt upright from her chair.
"I-It's you again! The voice from before!" Cocolia stammered, her gaze darting around the room in search of the unseen presence, but the silence only heightened her unease.
"We are allies," the voice assured her, carrying a sense of ancient, unfamiliar calm. "Allies of the Guardians throughout the ages."
Her tension lessened, if only slightly. "And...what do you want from me?" she ventured, returning to her seat.
"To help the Guardian. To restore this world," the voice hummed softly. "To help you achieve your wish."
A spark of hope lit up in Cocolia's eyes as her heart quickened. The voice, ethereal and distant, hinted at an unshakable purpose. She hesitated but asked, "My...wish? What do you know of it?"
"We know all that you hold dear. Your desire to bring back balance and light to a world cloaked in shadow, to protect your people, to restore the lands ravaged by strife." The voice's calming cadence made her want to believe, even as a shadow of doubt persisted. Yet, she knew... this was the beginning of something larger.
With a final lingering whisper, the voice instructed her. And Cocolia, driven by something deeper than fear, would soon follow.
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Phase Twilight
Eyes Of Wisdom
Nine Ropes
"Red"
Polarized Light
Crow And Declaration
Between The Front And Back
"Blue"
"Hollow..."
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"Purple?" he muttered, a sense of unease wrapping around him. Sitting up, he rubbed his temples, trying to recapture the fading fragments. "What was that?" he mumbled, feeling the memory slipping like water through his fingers. 'Why can't I remember...?'
He moved to the window, looking out at Belobog, the cold air brushing his face as he frowned. "A curse, maybe?" he murmured, surveying the room with his Six Eyes, scanning for any lingering trace of cursed energy. "There's plenty around here, especially deep below Belobog."
Suddenly, a knock sounded on his door, cutting his thoughts short. March's familiar voice rang out. "Wakey, wakey, Y/N! We gotta go!" She knocked louder, impatient as always.
Y/N yawned, opened the door, and met the expectant faces of March, Dan Heng, and Stelle. "So, what's the rush?"
Dan Heng gestured toward the entrance. "Silvermane Guards—more than expected, and somehow I doubt it's just to greet us."
March groaned. "Definitely not as friendly as I'd hoped."
"And I can hear their helmets rattling...they're circling the building," Stelle added, tilting her head.
March shrugged, undeterred. "No use overthinking it, let's just see what they want."
As they made their way down to the lobby, they were met with an intimidating line of Silvermane guards blocking the hotel doors. In the middle of the squad was a woman in ornate armor, her icy gaze falling on each of them in turn before resting on Y/N.
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The Limitless
FanfictionY/N Gojo, also known as Gojo Y/N, was the pinnacle of Jujutsu Sorcery, recognized as the strongest sorcerer of his time. However, following an incident in Shibuya, Y/N was sealed within the Prison Realm, a powerful cursed tool wielded by the monk Ge...
