"Do you think we can still save them?"
I barely hear the words as I stare at the shadowed figure standing before me, a once-familiar face twisted by darkness. They’ve changed so much over the years, but the eyes—those same eyes—burn with a hunger I remember all too well. My heart aches as I watch them, torn between the instinct to fight and the hope that somewhere inside, they’re still the person I know. The person I loved.
“Don’t you dare, Eira?” Kael’s voice cuts through the air like a whip, but it’s softer than it should be. “You cannot let your heart cloud your judgment now.”
I glance at him, his face hard but eyes pleading. His words sting, but I know he’s right. This isn’t about the past. It’s about saving everyone we’ve fought for, and everything we’ve built. But how can I fight
