He sighed, the weight of his umbrella feeling a little lighter. "Fine, 'Wicked Lord Shingan.' If the boundary is closed, is there a... detour? One that doesn't involve being consumed by the Void?"

As Yuuta approached, the figure’s head snapped toward him. Her golden-yellow eye narrowed with a terrifying intensity.

"Got it," Yuuta said, walking past her. "Thanks for the warning."

As he moved away, he heard her mutter something about "resonance" and "destiny." He didn't look back, but for the first time in months, he didn't feel like hiding his old notebooks. The world was a little more colorful with a Wicked Lord Shingan patrolling the bridges.

"Halt, traveler," she commanded, her voice surprisingly small but filled with an inexplicable gravity. "The boundary lines have been compromised. To step further is to invite the wrath of the unseen."

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