“The ghosts of the past don’t ask permission to haunt you. They come when you’re least prepared, carrying truths that cut deeper than any blade.”
The battlefield wasn’t a place—it was a memory, one I hadn’t chosen to relive. The air felt thick, almost tangible, as though it clung to my skin. Around me, the world shimmered and warped, the edges of reality bending in a way that left my stomach churning. I knew what this was—a trap of magic and memory—but knowing didn’t make it any easier to endure.
“I always wondered when you’d come looking for answers.” The voice was smooth, cold, and painfully familiar.
I turned sharply, my heart pounding as Aeron stepped out of the shadows. He moved like he belonged here, like this fractured, warped version of my world was his domain. His golden eyes g
