fantasy
MUGEN (無限)
4
(Veilbound Order Series) There is a place between breaths, between moments, where the world thins. This is the Veil. Most never see it—only feel its touch in cold rooms and nameless dreams. When the Veil tears, the forgotten cross over: wraiths born of guilt, hollowed humans, memories that refuse to die. Few survive such encounters. Fewer remain sane. Those who do are gathered by the Veilbound Order, an ancient force that seals the tears and delays end of all things. Their power is bought with loss. To stand at the threshold, you must forget something you love—and live with the silence it leaves behind.
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MUGEN
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I am a prison.
I became one the day I swallowed the Hollow King.
At nineteen, I guarded Kōrin-ji—a mountain monastery built over a sealed Veil-rift. My family had kept that seal for eleven generations, we knew the prayers, we watched the signs. We failed.
During a storm, the Veil ruptured. The Hollow King crossed over—formless, faceless, an absence that crushed the will from everything it touched.
I was the last standing. You can’t kill what has no body—but you can contain it. I drove it into the inner sanctum and reopened the rift to pull it back.
It wasn’t enough, so I opened myself and let it in.
I remember the cold more than the pain: prayer wards burned into my skin, iron bands sealed the thing inside me before it could fully become.
When I woke, it was still there- whispering darkly.
The monks couldn’t save me without killing me—or freeing it. They taught me how to endure.
I left when the monastery fell to ruin, learned to fight.
The Order found me among ash and dead wraiths. They offered a choice: join, or die- so I joined.
The Tethering burned a sigil into my chest and took something I loved—my Yuki’s face. The Hollow King tempts me with it daily, but I never answer.
People think I’m empty; they’re wrong—I feel everything...and I hold the door shut another day.
occult
