He turned inward, reaching—feeling—not with his body, but with something deeper.
That thread. That invisible link he'd forged during the tournament. The strand that now tied Dani Okvar's mind to his own.
It was faint. Hard to grasp.
Like a fishing line cast too far into murky waters, nearly lost.
Finding it was harder than he expected, as the connection was quite weak to begin with.
But it was still there.
Buried deep, like a heartbeat under layers of noise.
He focused.
He pushed.
Then—click.
Something latched.
Harry's breath hitched, and his vision warped.
The white lounge, Leon, the endless void—all of it collapsed into shadow.
The light peeled away, like silk being drawn from his eyes.
Then everything turned black.
And then—something else began.
A memory.
Another life, not his own, slowly unraveling before him.
Dani's memories flashed before his eyes, starting from the most recent ones, and the simple ones and then…
He found it.
