The fusion between Jian and Fang Yi’s Vanguard-Trace brought not only power but a burden of memory that nearly shattered Jian’s consciousness. Inside his mind, he no longer saw the world as a material arrangement; instead, it appeared as a flow of highly complex Sub-Data. He could see the atomic structure of the sword he held; he could feel the vibration of "logic" within the very air he breathed.
"Breathe, Jian," X’s voice sounded soft yet firm in his ear. "Don’t try to process it all at once. Use your heart as a filter, not your brain."
Jian gasped, his eyes still emitting a faint tri-color glow. "It’s... too much. I can hear the stars whispering, X. They aren't making sounds, but they are giving... coordinates?"
X stepped closer, her warm hand touching Jian’s shoulder. "That is the L
