Two men were already seated. One, in a finely cut blue suit, radiated a calm but undeniable authority. The other remained half-hidden beneath his hood, his presence sharp, his silence heavier than words.

Ren slowed as they entered, his gaze flicking between the strangers. He didn't recognize either of them not the wealthy man whose cufflinks caught the light, nor the figure whose very shadow seemed alive. Still, something in the air warned him that this was no ordinary meeting. They stepped towards them. They reached near the opposite site chairs and stood their together. Then after...

Lark gestured gently. "Ren," he said, his voice steady. "This is Aurel Veylan. And his associate, Kairn. They are here… because of you."

Ren blinked, caught off guard. He dipped his head slightly out of courtesy but kept quiet, waiting for explanation.

Aurel Veylan's smile was faint, polite but heavy with meaning. "So you are Ren," he said, his tone smooth, practiced, the voice of someone used to speaking across halls of kings and councils of merchants. "I've heard more about you than you might imagine. Pls, take your seats."

Lark pulled out a chair, nodding for Ren to sit. Then both sat opposite side of Veylan's chair. They were both settled.

Ren sat in his place. He wasn't used to being addressed like that as if he were someone important. "I don't think I've done anything worth your notice," he admitted, scratching lightly at the back of his neck.

Veylan chuckled softly, a sound warm on the surface but with an undercurrent of weight. "You'd be surprised what carries notice. Sometimes it isn't about what you've done, but what you could do."

Kairn remained still, though Ren felt his eyes on him from beneath the hood. It was like standing under the gaze of a predator that didn't need to bare its fangs to make its power known.

Lark lean slightly forward, his voice lower. He spoked with respect."Sir, Veylan. You said it was about Ren. Then tell him. Speak plainly."

Veylan's hands rested lightly on the table, the gemstones in his rings catching faint glimmers from the crystal light. He looked first at Lark, then at Ren, his gaze steady.

"It's about my son," he said quietly.

Ren's brows drew together. "Your son?"

"Yes. His name is Watson."

The name struck Ren like a stone in water a sudden ripple through his thoughts. He leaned forward slightly, his voice uncertain. "…Watson?"

"Yes," Veylan said, studying him closely. "You've met him, haven't you?"

Ren hesitated, recalling the Watson. Watson that lived in his past and another Watson in the Archive, the weight of his confusion, the hollow in his eyes. Both were same but he knew what was the difference between them. He came out from that thought and spoked. "Yaah, I know him. We were studied together. He is my good friend. Few moments ago, i… I've seen him," Ren said carefully. "We spoke."

Veylan's expression softened, though his eyes betrayed something deeper, a pain carefully hidden. "Then you know," he said. "I know you are good friends. And you've seen what he has become. The memories he has lost. He forgot about you also. Even of me his own father."

Ren stayed silent, unsure what to say. He was fully understand the bond Veylan was describing, but he could still feel the heaviness in the man's words.

It was Lark who spoke next, voice calm but firm. "We already told him what happened. About the parasites. About why Watson lost himself."

Veylan gave a slow nod. "Yes. And I've accepted that. But I cannot leave it as it is." His hands curled slightly on the table's edge. "I know there is a way to restore him. A path hidden from the world, but not lost."

Ren's gaze lifted again, caught by the conviction in Veylan's tone. "…And that path involves me?"

"Yes," Veylan answered simply.

The room fell into a brief silence. The glow of the crystals seemed colder, sharper.

Ren sat straighter in his chair, confusion plain on his face. "I don't understand. I'm not a healer. I'm not even…" He trailed off, shaking his head. "Why me?"

This time, it was Kairn who moved. His voice slid through the air like steel drawn from a sheath. "Because others have tried. And all have failed."

Ren's eyes turned to the hooded man. The air felt heavier now, though Kairn's words were no louder than a whisper.

Ren spoked with mixed expressions...

"Can you tell me everything? What you are talking about?"

Veylan revealed everything...

"Don't worry I am telling you everything. There is only one way I know to restore the memories of Watson and your family. There is a hidden tribe, older than kingdoms. They guard the knowledge of memory. They know how to bring back someone's memories. They know about reincarnation. They do black magic. So we are talking about them. Their location is hidden." He paused for taking a breath than continued...

"Three times," Veylan added quietly. "I've sent men. Soldiers. Guides. Each time, they were not succeed. Armies couldn't found them," He leaned closer now, his voice carrying a weight that pressed against Ren's chest. "But you… you are different."

Ren frowned. "Different how?"

Veylan's smile was faint, touched with sorrow. "Because you have the strength to find them. I've heard much about you. Do you know why the others failed? They lacked the power to see beyond reality. Your gift is different, unknown even to us. Perhaps that tribe exists in another dimension, that would explain why no one has ever found them. Sir Kiratava believes your power can open the gate to reach that place. Elara's gift was creation, so there is a strong chance that yours is destruction. If that is true, then you alone can break through the hidden walls and open the door to their dimension."

Ren's brows knit. "But how? If they live in another dimension, why must I journey across the world to find them? And even if I reach planet level… how am I supposed to use a power I don't understand?"

"You can," Veylan answered. "When you reach the planet level, you will be able to. But not fully. You can only destroy dimensions that are bound to this planet. That is what Sir Kiratava told me. I don't know why he said it must be this way, but his words were clear: You can, but only here. Not in other worlds, not in open space.

The reason is simple, dimensions are tied to the laws of their origin. Each planet has its own lattice of energy, a field where space and time overlap. We are born within this lattice, so our resonance matches it. When one reaches planet-level strength, they can manipulate or even destroy dimensions but only those anchored to this world.

Beyond it, the resonance changes. The lattice of another planet rejects us. It's like trying to rewrite a book in a language you cannot understand. You might tear its pages, but you cannot change the story. That is why I believe only you can succeed. Our existence is bound to this planet's core. Here, we have influence. Elsewhere, we are only outsiders."

He drew in a breath, his eyes shadowed. "There is another reason as well. I have many enemies. If I launched a great search, or revealed the truth about Watson, it would only invite disaster. You, however… you understand me. You are Watson's friend. That is why I trust you. I've done all I can. The rest lies with you. People say money can solve anything, but that is not always true. Wealth and power often create as many enemies as they defeat. Watson is my only son. My heir. I cannot risk him."

Ren's throat tightened. He didn't fully grasp everything, yet the weight of Veylan's words pressed against his own scars, the loss of his parents, the bond with Watson, the strange path he had already stepped onto without even realizing it.

The chamber fell silent, broken only by the low hum of wards etched into the stone walls.

At last, Lark spoke, his voice steady but subdued. "You want him to find them."

"Yes," Veylan said firmly. "For my son. For his friend. And perhaps… for more than just Watson. If he finds them, then he will bring back his family's memories too."

"Alright, I understand. But where must he search? He already asked you...if they are truly in another dimension, then what meaning is there in making this journey?" Lark asked, his tone edged with doubt.

Veylan's gaze deepened."That is where sir Kiratava's research matters. Not all dimensions drift separately like sealed rooms. Some brush against ours, thin places where resonance leaks through. We call them convergence points. They exists all around the cosmos. But for us they can exist only here, on this planet, because our lattice resonates with them. To find them, one must travel, search for those cracks where two realities overlap. A journey is needed not to reach another world directly, but to discover those doors hidden within this one."

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