"Now, forget everything you have heard.
As I said before—
We might still need you to train another prodigy that we can use."
Seraphielle spoke with the same gentle smile on her face as her hand moved up, from Tenzin’s cheek to his bald head.
Tenzin’s body shook, his eyes widened in absolute fright. He tried to burn his disciple’s memory into his mind, the memory of everything that happened here, the memory of never repeating the same mistake again, to... never take in another disciple—
But—
In front of Seraphielle—
All those thoughts of resistance were... pointless.
The difference in strength was too vast, so even when Equarios wasn’t here to bind him, there was nothing Tenzin could actually do.
Seraphielle grabbed his head, golden light came out from her hand, entering his mind, and then—
It began erasing every single memory in his head that was related to Vashti.
The worst part?
Seraphielle didn’t just completely wipe out his memories to make it seem like this never happened, that he never had a disciple named Vashti—
No.
She made it so that she only erased any information even slightly connected to Vashti, so Tenzin, while he would forget everything, because of all the inaccuracies he would notice everywhere around him because of his erased memory—
He would always feel...
He was forgetting something.
Something that was extremely, extremely important, while doing exactly what Seraphielle wanted him to do.
Take in another disciple, train her...
And if that disciple was worthy—
Seraphielle would take her as well.
Heck, at this point, she would take her even if she wasn’t worthy, just Tenzin’s reactions alone were more than enough motivation for her to play this sick game.
Once Seraphielle was done, the golden light enveloping Tenzin’s entire body started fading away. He lost consciousness since such a vast amount of information was suddenly removed from his head, and looking at him one last time with a smile—
Seraphielle walked away, leaving him alone.
...
About a few hours later, Tenzin woke up with a frown on his face, his head was... aching. Which was strange since the level he had reached had made it impossible for him to feel such headaches.
But even then, he did not let that stop him. He walked towards his mat, sat down, and closed his eyes.
He was a monk.
A calm mind was the source of a strong body.
That was what he believed in, this pain, he would subdue it with simple meditation. With that thought in his mind, he began meditating.
A few minutes later, however, he frowned and opened his eyes again.
He...
He couldn’t focus.
Which was surprising since in his long life, he had... never once failed to focus on his meditation.
It was... strange.
His body was... restless.
Almost as if it was trying to do something he just couldn’t understand.
"Am I... forgetting something...?"
He asked out loud.
He then stood up, to meet his ’friends’.
The moment his friends saw him, however, they looked away with somewhat guilty looks on their faces.
"What is it? Did something happen?"
He asked curiously, and the other Monks... they looked at him...
They looked at his clueless face and they realized what had happened.
His memories were gone.
So what did they do?
"Nothing.
What could possibly happen here at the very edge of nowhere?"
They remained silent too.
If the Infinities erased his memories, then that was how they were going to keep it. They had no plans of challenging an Infinity’s decision, that was nothing more than plain foolishness.
Tenzin frowned at that answer, he could sense that something was wrong, that his ’friends’ were hiding something from him.
But he understood that if they didn’t wish to tell, it was their wish. So he nodded and—
"Alright then."
He shifted the topic—
"Did you find what I was looking for, by any chance?"
"What you were looking for?"
One of the Monks frowned.
"Yes, did you forget?"
Tenzin tilted his head, somewhat confused.
"A disciple.
Did you find a suitable disciple I can take in?"
...
Back in the Infinity room with a comically large table, the Four Infinities gathered again, and in the middle, hovering above their table was... Vashti.
Or the relic they made out of her.


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