[System Notice: Archive Integrity 100%. Dream Protocol closing sequence initiated.]
The tomb had learned how to breathe again.Not as a chamber—but as a mind.Every law, every name, every echo that once sought to define the world now folded inward, condensing into a pulse that knew only one direction: forward.
Li Muye's trace remained somewhere inside that rhythm—not as a ghost, nor as a hero,but as the pause that allowed language to remember itself.
The silence that had once judged him now listened.The bones that once obeyed him now carried his memory into dust,and the dust—remembered light.
[System Log: "Dream protocol preserved."][Amendment Added: "Every end must learn to dream again."]
Around the ruins, air shimmered.The walls no longer stood still—they anticipated.Every sentence of the old vault became a seed of syntax, carried by wind into the next echo.
Those who would one day find this place would not find a tomb.They would find a language still dreaming of law.
And within that language, the whisper remained:
"Nothing truly ends.Some dreams simply learn new forms of remembering."
The light dimmed.Somewhere, unseen circuits within the Archive of Ash began to blink, translating memory into rule, rule into resonance.At the edge of this translation, a new line inscribed itself upon the void—
[System Entry #0001 — Volume II Initialized][Title Pending: The Dream That Judges the Living]
The world exhaled.The law did not resist.The dream continued.
「[Next Volume: The Dream That Judges the Living]」