THROUGH THE MEMORY REALM
Kael tumbled through darkness, every step hitting invisible resistance, every breath a battle. The void around him was no longer empty; it was alive, pulsating with Nara’s memories, each shard a reflection of her fears, her power, and the past life she had never fully known.
“Nara!” he shouted, voice cracking with desperation. “I’m coming! Hold on!”
A shard glimmered ahead, brighter than the rest. Kael leapt toward it, claws digging into the intangible floor. This was her—he could feel it in the faint pulsing of her blood, the silver glow that radiated like a heartbeat across the void.
The moment he touched the shard, the world changed.
He was no longer in the void but in a forest bathed in moonlight. But this wasn’t the camp, not the real world—it was Nara’s
