The morning sun rose slowly over the Grand Veil Spire, painting the sky in soft shades of pink and gold. Matt stood on the observation platform, watching the city wake up below him. He had not slept well the night before. The visions from the Codex had been coming more often, showing him fragments of places he had never visited — deep layers where time felt strange and old voices whispered questions he could not fully answer. But today, he pushed those thoughts aside. Today was not about him. Today was about the people who had walked beside him through every hard step.
He looked down at the training grounds. Lena was already there, shouting instructions to a group of young Twilight Knights. Her voice carried clearly in the morning air. She moved with confidence now, her shadow wind swirli
