Location: Ruins of the Hollow Forge | Time: 06:06 A.M.
Ash drifted like snow across the broken altar.
Theo stood alone. His armor cracked. His divine veins dimmed. And in his hands nothing.
No Sera.
No son.
No sword.
Only silence. And the echoes of a scream that still hadn’t stopped inside his mind.
The Hollow Forge had once birthed weapons capable of slicing time in half. Now, it was just a crater filled with ghost heat and divine residue.
But he felt it. Her signature. Weak. Twisting.
Sera had been here. And what had taken her… wasn’t finished yet.
Theo dropped to one knee and touched the stone.
It spoke.
Not with voice. But memory.
> “She cried your name.”
> “She remembered you just before they tried to unmake her again.”
> “And she fought.”
His jaw clenched. “W
