The Tomb Keepers’ clan, an ancient and solemn crypt, had been a place of silence for thousands of years. Yet now, strange noises echoed from within.
"Ouch!"
"No, not there, anywhere but there—"
"Wait! That side’s not okay either!"
"No, no, I really can’t take this anymore. If you go any further, something terrible will happen!"
"Please, I beg you, stop looking, wuwuwu..."
"..."
At this moment, flickering torches illuminated the massive altar, their wavering flames casting shadows everywhere. A circle of burly men in black robes stood around the altar, chanting ancient incantations that few in the world could still understand.
And at the center of their circle—the source of the strange noises—was Kira’s card.
That utterly useless spirit, now with a single floating eye, was howling and shouting, its cries growing ever stranger.
Even the experienced Marik was left speechless, his face darkening as he listened. After a moment, unable to endure it any longer, he turned to Kira and asked, "Is your spirit... alright?"
"It’s fine," Kira replied calmly. "It’s always like this. Let it mess around—it’s no problem."
What they were doing was using the ancient ritual of the Tomb Keepers to awaken the sealed self within the spirit. The Eye was screaming the whole time, as if someone were violently rummaging through its mind, stirring and searching its memories.
Hence, the nonstop strange noises.
After about half an hour, the card was finally returned to Kira.
Strangely, though it was obviously just a card, it somehow looked as if it were covered in sweat. Kira wondered curiously where a card’s sweat glands could possibly be.
"Finally... it’s over."
The Eye looked utterly exhausted.
Kira scrutinized the card, frowning slightly. He couldn’t see much difference—the card still offered no information, and the illustration showed only a single eye.
"Did it fail?" Kira looked at Marik. "Should we try again—"
The Eye instantly snapped awake in fright: "No, please! I remember now, I remember everything!"
Marik said, "The ritual can only help recover some lost memories; it seems it cannot awaken the spirit’s dormant power."
Kira asked, "So, what are you?"
"Ah, I haven’t quite recalled that part yet... But!" The Eye hurriedly added, "I do remember the exact location of the Guardian’s Domain!"
...
Duel Academy
Another day of torrential rain. Thick raindrops pounded violently against the ground, creating a cacophony of rapid impacts. The downpour was so heavy that the world seemed shrouded in mist, distant scenery blurred beyond recognition. Water quickly pooled into streams on the mountain path, surging forward with unstoppable force.
"Ahhhh—!"
A twisted, agonized moan echoed through the woods. Sometimes it sounded like a woman’s voice, sometimes a man’s, as if two completely different tones were overlapping in a bizarre, teeth-gritting snarl.
Trees swayed wildly in the wind, their leaves battered by rain, sounding especially fragile.
A hand crawled forward through the storm—an inhuman, demonic claw. But only one such hand existed, ending at the elbow; the five fingers dug deep into the soaked earth, nearly embedding themselves in the mud.
It was Yubel.
"Why struggle? Why hesitate?"
A voice seemed to come from above, its gloomy tone carried by the rain, adding an eerie chill.
"Get lost," Yubel snarled.
"You still have a wish, don’t you? There’s someone you desperately want to see, something you’d give anything to accomplish, isn’t there?"
The voice coaxed on, persistent.



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