"What's wrong?" Nan Song turned around vigilantly, but saw that Ma Tuan's face was pale and he was frozen in place.

Ma Tuan didn't answer.

His pupils contracted violently, and a shudder from deep within his blood crept up his spine—He had awakened...

The whisper that murmured deep in his memory, the existence that once touched his head in his dreams.

The existence that chased him even to every corner of his life.

He was very much like his brother, but also strangely capricious.

A powerful, strange and bizarre deity.

【Cub...】

A gentle and strange voice rang directly in his mind. Ma Tuan trembled all over and staggered a few steps uncontrollably on the ice.

He saw the white air he exhaled condense into tiny tentacles in the air and then quickly dissipate.

Chaotic fragments of memory surged in his mind: the warmth of his eldest brother caressing the top of his head when he went to the temple, the black slime he found spreading in his eldest brother's room one morning, and... the pupils of his eldest brother's compound eyes that gradually turned into amber.

"He is calling me..." Ma Tuan's voice was terribly hoarse, "But why me?"

Nansong wanted to help him up, but found that the air around Ma Tuan began to distort.

Invisible tentacles stretched out from the void and gently wrapped around Ma Tuan's wrist. Those existences that ordinary people could not perceive were emitting the unique salty and fishy smell of the deep sea.

What surprised Ma Tuan the most was that he actually felt familiar with these tentacles.

Just like... just like those warm hands his older brother used to comfort him when he had nightmares as a child.

But now he knew that those were never palms.

Is that his elder brother?

He asked himself.

"Big brother..." Ma Tuan stared at his hands, which were shaking uncontrollably, "but in my memory, he has always been alive... I even remember that he saved me and we lived together. It wasn't until he began to distance himself from me uncontrollably that I thought about leaving him."

The glacier suddenly shook violently.

The ice crystal dome above his head cracked into spider-web-like patterns, and fine ice chips fell like snowflakes.

In those falling ice crystals, Ma Tuan vaguely saw countless fragments of memories:

My brother stood in front of the altar, black mucus pouring out of his seven orifices.

Amber compound eyes watched him sleep in the dark

One night, I heard a swallowing sound from the deep sea.

So weird…

Are all his memories fake?

These are things that don't exist...

"Then why do I know everything now?" Ma Tuan thought in surprise.

An existence like mine can make such a powerful and mysterious existence bow down.

Ma Tuan looked up blankly, but saw a horrifying scene:

A huge Kremlin sea otter curled up deep in the glacier, and a small figure was sleeping beside its wet fur.

There is a line of small words written in the corner of the painting:

[Offering a Star Core to the Cub]

The broken memories suddenly connected together.

Those nights when his brother disappeared inexplicably, those strange gems that always appeared by his pillow, and... the strong smell of the sea on his body when they parted for the last time.

"So during those years..." Ma Tuan's voice trembled with disbelief, "It was Him who..."

A long, inhuman whimper came from the depths of the glacier.

The entire ice corridor began to collapse, and behind the falling ice crystals, countless amber light spots could be vaguely seen awakening.

Ma Tuan stared blankly at the scene in front of him, the terrifyingly huge figure reflected in his pupils.

The starry sky flows through his fur, glaciers grow and melt under his claws, and the boundary between the ocean and the sky blurs into a chaotic halo around him.

Those soft tentacles floated slowly, like the gentlest hug in a dream, yet with a suffocating feeling of oppression.

"this......"

Ma Tuan's voice was stuck in his throat, and his fingers clenched unconsciously.

He saw a familiar human figure emerging from among the tentacles—it was the brother in his memory, smiling and reaching out to him.

Nansong grabbed his arm and said, "Don't go over there!" His voice was taut with fear. "That's not your brother, at least not completely..."

Ma Tuan shook his head in a daze. Fragments of memory surged in his mind:

The warmth of the quilt his brother covered him with late at night, the hot tea placed by the bed in the early morning, and... those increasingly frequent hugs with the smell of the sea.

"But He did..." Ma Tuan's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, "He has been protecting me..."

The tentacles gently wrapped around his wrist, and the familiar warmth made his eyes warm.

That voice sounded in his mind again:

[Cub, you finally remembered]

Nansong stared warily at the floating tentacles around him. In his profound mental vision, the river beneath the cliff surged forward. "Ma Tuan, don't be deceived! He is reading your memory!"

Ma Tuan suddenly smiled, with a hint of bitterness in his smile: "Nansong, do you remember what I said when we first met?"

Nan Song was stunned.

"I say..." Ma Tuan raised his hand and touched the nearest tentacle. The touch was exactly the same as his brother's palm in his memory. "I always feel like I'm waiting for someone."

The glacier trembled beneath their feet, and countless ice crystals floated up, forming pictures in the void:

The young Ma Tuan curled up beside the giant sea otter and fell asleep;

As a teenager, he was tenderly wrapped in tentacles during a snowstorm;

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