WEST DISTRICT, 12 BURLY LANE

  Within the mist filled and caged dome, Henry's veil had already spread it's weaving energy throughout the space, almost covering the dream fog as he stood with his arms crossed, gazing upon the fog's smooth yet accumulated waves of grey mist.

  "I advise you to restrain yourself" the constructor spoke, his hands still stood with open Palms towards the circle.

  Though even then, Henry's thoughts had already transcended above the reason which could be dusrupted by mere words. A realm of the "Zone".

  By now, the instructor beside him had already realized this. He gave a silent sigh before cussing.

  "Damn it..."

  The "Zone" refered to as the "Locking Focus", a state that Increase the focus of the mind by enhancing the Pace of traveling neurons. Today, this technique is used by physicist and Veil researchers to create a paradoxical hypothesis along solving complex equations such as [capella's union], [Albert's rewind], or even the [Tesseract]. Ofcourse, a skill such as this could easily be of caliber as the one used by the sages. Though, that is only if the amount of knowledge itself is efficient. In other words, a "singularity of the mind" or "speed thinking". Though, in exchange for using this technique, one looses controll over the body. However in this case, Henry had merely lost controll over the emmition of his Veil, nothing more. And without mastery of the mind, well... It's simply impossible.

  Though, rather than trying to solve complex equations or hipothesis, Henry's mind had fully fixated towards the waves of the fog above him.

  A Veil is created with complex mechanism that represents itself by it's waves of what researchers call the "Strings Of Reality", A simple yet variable curls that determines and forms the concept of "space creation" along with "time certination". In other words, A particular union or specific patterns could create a specific space that it's only limits are the imagination of one's mind.

  This theory was called "Vermil's Law".

  With it, Henry had determined the subtle details of the space of the first trial.

  "Decaying lands of leafless trees that embraced the endless fog with darkness that envied the light..." Henry murmured silently.

  'as expected of fifth-tier Veil operator, to be able to use "Locking Focus" to this extent...'

  "Tell me..."

  As if he had Heard his thoughts, Henry twisted his gaze towards the instructor.

  "Is that place merely a dream world of created from the fragment of the "Illusory Fog"?"

  The instructor's gaze became more serious, as if Henry had just crossed a line he wasn't supposed to.

  "And what makes you think it is?"

  "Though i wasn't able to conclude the identity of the "statue" itself, i was able to catch a wave of it's spell. The Fog wasn't the path to the dream world, rather... It was the dream world itself, the "illusory fog" had merely matched the results when i used "Vermil's Law""

  The instructor's face had brightened. With a laughing expression, he let out a laugh.

  "Hahahaha... Ha... You haven't changed one bit have you? Benedict family's greatest mind"

  "How many Times have i told you to stop calling me that"

  "About a hundred and thirty two"

  "...still precise i see"

  "Not as precise as your "Locking Focus""

  "Oh please, you have long transcended the capabilities of "Locking Focus" with your Authority"

  "WITH my Authority, not of my own, unlike yourself"

  "Tristan, you are a one in a thousand talent"

  "And you're a one in a million"

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  Their chats have merely been to orchestrate a reunion of past comradership. It's courtesy towards eachother were dismannerfull, atleast lower than that of mannerfull speech towards royalties or seniors.

  Though this time, their conversation isn't that of a friend, but a pleaser with ofcourse, holding the fine words of truth of their own perspectives.

  They both knew the other had potential, scowerrul potential, to the point of being praise worthy—And yet, none of them realized their own.

  For Tristan, it was the simple yet precise "Locking Focus" along with his spilled presence of Veil energy that showed it's density and force even when his mind was prioritise on his "Locking Focus", completed with his unyielding ground of talent that he had showed in his days as a student.

  And as for Henry, his unreal Fortune of luck that had favored the Gods to the point of giving him a blessing—his authority that had crossed simple and genius minds along across the world, calling him a genius was an understatement. He thought: 'if a mere Man like me who had accomplished my goals for survival be compared to a man who was favored by the Gods themselves, i would stand no match, with even his inteligence of his caliber, i could merely rely on luck which will eventually defy me'

  Alas, it has come a battle of praise.

  Ofcourse, by simple means of mere chats would only be a waste of time in endless mongrels of scattered words.

  And so, they had come to a conclusion: 'for one to be able to accept his greatness, showers of mere words are but a mere disgrace to the greeds of pride. But... What if it's words were deprived of explanations that different his intelligence? Yes... The unknown comprehention of it's meaning of unknown limits that varied to variables that were unknown to the human mind.

  Ofcourse, for Tristan, he had the upperhand, for he had the intelligence and technique of intelligence. However, if one had already comprehended the extent of their intelligence, then their predictions would match an "inevitable" response, knowing it's beyond their grasp of knowledge, or atleast for now. Meaning, he was back to square one. It's plan had defied his intentions before even taking action. But even so, he still had plans.

  Henry had no such time to deduce a plan that could overcome his—no, he couldn't, even if he had more time, he would simply have calculated the possibilities. Ofcourse, Henry himself knew this. And so, he had lost.

  "I-"

  "You have yielded your case" Tristan suddenly spoke In sure, disrupting Henry's words.

  Yet again, Henry had expected this. He could only give of a slight caugh of disguised laugh before asking in a lostly manner:

  "How did you know?"

  "At the very least we had deducted the general roots of our debate, and at the very least you had thought of beating me. But you know me... You know me eversince we first met, what makes you think i don't know you?"

  He didn't ask further, nor did he needed to. Henry had already understood what he meant.

  'yes... He was always able to do this. Wheather it be then or now...'

  After a few minutes, the eventfull chat drifted into silence.

  The sudden and long chats and spurge of praise that reminisced their old times had set then aback. Nostalgic pours and spurs felt like honey as subtle warm feels echoed it's taste like soft swiftful melodies of foreign peace. It was the most "peace" they had felt for a while.

  Besides the "life and death" risk of becoming a Night Eye, the memories of their previous operator, the journey they had gone, it was... Well, they missed those days. Or have they gone senile as seniors reminisced about their past? They begged for it's everlasting uncertainty along with it's unrealistic point of view.

  Then, Tristan had a thought.

  "So... That student..." Tristan spoke, making sure his thoughts were correct.

  "Now, now, even if she dresses in a masculine manner, she's still willing to become a Night Eye despite knowing the risk of life and death. I merely respected her decision, you should to"

  'ah... A "she" is it? As i thought, he thinks he's a woman. Dang...' now, Tristan's troublibg thoughts have become a troblesome reality. Ofcourse, he himself had previously thought he was a woman before he had checked his files.

  'has he not checked his own student's files? How come he doesn't know his student's own gender? I had thought this was the case but i didn't hope for it!'

  "Hey... Henry?"

  "Hm?" He turned his head towards him.

  "You know he's a guy... right?"

  "..."

  "..."

  "Huh..?"

  ...

  "!!"

  William's eyes opened widely, once again scanning his surroundings of a tight wooden space entraping him and limiting his movements of even mere meters.

  A moment of pain before his last death had still chained his minds in that moment. His flesh and bones that scattered on about as it please, it's deteriorating bones and organs that evaporated in an instant, he still felt it—no, the feeling had captured his mind like scared tatters of a soldier.

  It had already felt distant, yet his mind was still vulnerable. Not only with his last death but also his starting beliefs of his death as "inevitable". Not as in "later in my old age" but as in "i could die, even right now!". Yes, with creatures such as the "wondering eyes" and the "creature beside the flames" as ones he had to face, even a soldier would tremble on their feet at the very sight.

  Moreover, he could not die, he had found out about it. The ability of immortality—no, regression? he had it somehow, and he knew it.

  He was unlucky. No... no matter how you look at it, he was lucky, lucky to the core.

  "Yes... I'm in the grasp of prosperity, and at the palm of desparity..."

  It was an inescapable truth.

  "I should Just... stay here" he resoluted.

  "If i stay here, they won't be able to reach me"

  Right now, William's mind is at it's lowest. Or would it be better to call it his "mental state"?

  He embraced himself in an empty hug. Curling himself like Caterpillar to comfort himself.

  "Yes... I should take a rest for now..."

  Clank!

  Subconsiously opening his eyes, his gaze pondered on about while his ears had deemed itself of hearing a loud bang outside the Coffin he's currently in.

  It was neither simple instincts nor his tattered mind's tricks, it was his instincts. Instincts that roared through out his body, enough to make him tremble.

  At that moment, he knew...

  Something... Is outside.