The ground didn’t shake beneath them, yet standing on it felt impossible. With every step, it seemed as though the platform’s mass changed — sometimes light, sometimes heavy. The spiral path showed no end, only a shifting surface where each step changed its pattern.
When Aarya took the first step, a shimmer appeared beneath him, as though his foot had touched a memory.
“This path… it’s made of someone else’s memories,” Riya said softly, confusion glimmering in her eyes. “But not mine.”
The platform ahead turned liquid for a moment, then solid again. Rudrak touched its edge, and the instant his hand made contact, a vision flashed — a battlefield, ash everywhere, and in the center, a warrior whose face was completely blurred.
“These aren’t mine either,” Rudrak said. “This belongs to some
