The winds shifted.
Not just on the battlefield—but through every realm. Every plane. From the deepest chasms of spirit to the high reaches of the stars. The new age had barely drawn its first breath, and already… something ancient stirred to steal it.
Seren felt it first.
A chill—not the cold of ice or fear, but the cold of forgetting. As if time paused just long enough to whisper, Do you truly remember who you are?
Kael rose slowly beside her, his arm still around her waist, eyes fixed on the twins standing beneath the pale light of dawn. But the air behind them—beyond them—had darkened.
No longer a sky.
Not a void either.
But absence.
The kind that doesn’t wait for welcome. The kind that was here before Chaos learned to scream and Light learned to shine.
“What is that?” Kael ask
