The world burned around Keal.
The island cracked beneath him, the heat of a thousand betrayals surging through his veins. Blood trailed down his side, but he didn’t feel it anymore. Pain was a memory. Like love. Like home.
The pale-suited man’s voice echoed from the sky.
"You’re holding back, Keal. You promised. One last game. One last show. Fulfill your part, and I’ll fulfill mine."
Keal stood trembling.
Not from weakness. But from choice.
They would not remember him. They would not stop. His family—rewritten by time, weaponized by manipulation—had become his executioners. He had sworn never to harm them.
But they were going to kill him.
And if he died, so too would any chance of returning. Any hope of freeing them. Of remembering… together.
He clenched his fists.
The Fold insid
