“This is just… seriously messed up,” Kaelen muttered, letting out a breath that felt heavier than it had any right to be.
He rubbed the back of his neck, staring down at the fiery carvings beneath him as if they might suddenly whisper a cheat code.
“I mean—what’s the point of losing my memories just to unlock some grand cosmic flame mojo,” he mockingly flicked his fingers, “only to not even remember why I lit myself up in the first place?”
His voice dropped. “Sure, I’m doing this for her… but also, maybe I want to punt that smug, dramatic peacock Sahen straight into the sun. Just a little. Just a toe to the jaw, slow-mo scream, teeth-flying kind of payback. You know—justice.”
His smirk faded fast.
“But what’s the point… if I can’t even remember who she is?”
Sahar’s expression softene
