The graveyard was ash before we even arrived.
Obsidian shards fell like black snow. Screams echoed from beyond the veil of smoke. Time twisted—the same minute repeating over and over until we forced our way through.
Raegor stood at the center of it all.
He didn’t wear armor. Didn’t carry a blade.
He wore me—my face, my voice, my pain.
"This is what you become," he said. "When you choose love over control. Heart over power."
I didn’t argue.
I just stepped forward and burned.
Lilith flanked me. Yuria struck from above. Valmira twisted the world’s rules with a flick of her hand. Seraphina raised frost against ash.
And Raegor screamed for the first time.
Not from pain.
But from the realization that we still believed.