Silence fell. Mirror shards rained like dead stars.
Where the house once stood, only rippling air remained. A scar between worlds.
Ji-hoon rose, battered but whole. His mind... intact. More than intact.
Integrated.
The old man found him halfway down the mountain. Shock in his eyes.
"The house... gone. All of it."
"Sealed," Ji-hoon said simply.
The old man touched his arm. "Be careful. Things like that don't just... disappear."
"I know."
In the puddle by the road, Ji-hoon caught a glimpse of himself—And for the first time, saw no distortion.
Not just Ji-hoon. Not just the other him. Not just the third presence.
All three. Together.
As he walked away, he heard it—The third consciousness speaking in harmony with the others:
"Blood from both worlds flows within you."
The past. The future. The bridge.
And Ji-hoon knew—This was only the beginning.
→ [To be continued in Episode 47]
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