“He brought Grandpa.”
Silence.
The words froze existence.
The little boy stood protectively in front of the Child of Balance.
His small body trembled.
Fear filled his bright blue eyes.
Real fear.
The endless eye lowered itself.
Aurora went pale.
The First Dream clenched his fists.
Cain stepped beside his sisters.
The Devourer growled.
Even the Eaters screamed.
Because they all understood something terrible.
Something impossible.
The Child of Balance blinked.
“Grandpa?”
The little boy slowly nodded.
Tears filled his eyes.
“Yes.”
The wrinkled hand stretched farther out of the black door.
Old.
Weak.
Shaking.
Then—
An old man slowly stepped out.
Everyone froze.
White hair.
Kind eyes.
Simple black clothes.
Wrinkled face.
He looked harmless.
Like somebody’s grandf
