Morwenna's POV
Pain didn’t come with screams anymore. It came with silence, with stillness so vast it felt like being trapped in the echo of a star dying. I didn’t know if I was dreaming or dead, but I floated inside a memory that wasn’t mine and yet entirely was.
Flashes: a battlefield soaked in gold light, Leofric crumbling under the weight of some unseen force, Sabine's voice shouting spells in a language I didn’t know I knew, and then the girl with my face, that third version of me dragging me deeper into the fracture of time.
When I opened my eyes, the world was sideways.
Stone beneath me. Cold, wet and alive.
I was in the ruins of the inner sanctum. The place where the Old Kings once spoke to the stars.
But I wasn't alone.
Leofric knelt beside me, covered in blood that wasn’t
