Location: Outer Wastes | Time: 12:43 P.M.
The desert stretched for miles dead, quiet, cracked like forgotten parchment.
Sera stood at its edge, cloak snapping in the high wind. She could smell something beneath the sand: metal, blood, and divinity.
Theo landed behind her, out of breath. “It’s a trap.”
“I know,” she said, not turning.
“Then why are we walking into it?”
“Because it’s not for me.”
She turned now. Her eyes burned low no glow, just simmering rage and clarity.
“It’s for you.”
Theo froze.
“Me?”
“You left a faction behind, remember?” she said. “One that believed in bloodlines, not gods. One that thought power should be engineered, not inherited.”
His stomach sank. “The Remnants are dead.”
Sera pointed toward the dune wall.
“No. They’re rebuilding.”
They descended in
