Ashval's POV
My vision twisted.
And the world unraveled into green fire. Blinding. Liquid. Divine. The air thickened, and every stone in the chamber bled with eldritch colors, swirling like a cursed kaleidoscope.
I looked through his eyes. Moved with his limbs. But it wasn't Ian breathing anymore. It was me. Ashval.
It wasn’t planned. Never intentional. I didn’t mean to shove him inward, to crawl into the light. But something called me. Pulled me. A force ancient and irresistible.
The jar.
It had awakened something deep inside this shared vessel - me. Not Ian. Not the boy. But Ashval, the soul-born echo that nestled in his bones.
It thrummed.
A whisper from the bones of the earth. From deep within Ian’s gut. A cry ancient and sharp. It gripped me. Dragged me. My boots echoed
