In the dead of night, under a sky painted with a blood-red moon, the Yan family slumbered peacefully, unaware of the turmoil that was about to unfold. Yan-Lin, too, was wrapped in the quiet of his dreams when a voice echoed in the depths of his mind. Urgent, laced with a desperation that hinted at imminent danger, it called out to him.
"Wake up, my child," the voice urged again, this time with a finality that sent shivers down his spine, as if the speaker's life was slipping away.
Yan-Lin stirred, but his eyes remained closed, his grandfather's stern warnings echoing in his mind, urging him to stay vigilant. Despite the fear gripping him, he resisted the urge to respond, his body tense, his breathing shallow. The voice, however, was relentless, pleading once more, "Come to me, my child. I have something to tell you."
But Yan-Lin remained unmoved, rigid and resolute.
Far above, within the heavens shrouded by the crimson glow of the ominous moon, a spectral figure sat cross-legged, his form barely holding together. Behind him, the blood-red moon glowed faintly, its light slowly being consumed, as if something sinister were devouring it. The figure knew that this red eye within the moon was stealing his power, his authority over the lunar realm, aiming to erase his very existence. If the ritual completed, he would be erased from history, from time, from space—replaced entirely by the entity lurking within that eye.
With a resigned breath, the soul whispered an ancient incantation, and half of his spectral body dissolved into the void, sacrificed to open a hidden path through the fabric of space. Summoning the last vestiges of his strength, he performed intricate hand seals, transforming himself into a drop of radiant purple blood, which then vanished into the space path.
Moments later, the space path materialized over Yan-Luo city, streaking through the night like a bolt of starlight before finding its way to the Yan family. Without warning, the purple drop entered Yan-Lin's forehead, seeking refuge within him.
The entity within the drop intended to possess Yan-Lin, to use his body as a vessel. But upon entering his sea of consciousness, it recoiled in terror. Before it could retreat, a multicolored star burst into existence, altering the very fabric of Yan-Lin's consciousness. Deep within the vast ocean of his mind, a tomb suddenly emerged from the abyss. On its stone, a moon was engraved, glowing with a mysterious blend of purple and red light, slowly diminishing.
As the soul crumbled, its power—a pure, undiluted essence of the moon—was absorbed by the tomb, feeding it with the last remnants of its existence.
Meanwhile, the red eye, sensing the disruption, blinked in agitation. The bizarre chants that had filled the night suddenly ceased, replaced by a roar of anger and frustration. The moon, now seated within the eye, trembled with rage as the entity within opened its eyes, furious and thwarted.
In the stillness of the night, Yan-Lin lay motionless, the events of the otherworldly struggle etched into his subconscious, unknowingly carrying the remnants of a cosmic battle within him.