The air was heavy with silence, the aftermath of the battle lingering like a wound on the world. Kael and Lyra walked side by side, their footsteps the only sound in the desolate landscape.

“How many more of Aeon’s pawns do you think we’ll face before the end?” Lyra asked, her voice soft but laced with a quiet determination.

Kael shrugged, his crimson eyes scanning the horizon. “Does it matter? They’ll all fall the same way.”

Lyra chuckled, a faint smile gracing her lips. “Confident as always.”

“It’s not confidence. It’s inevitability.” Kael glanced at her, his expression softening. “You’ve seen what we can do. Together, we’re unstoppable.”

Her smile faltered, and she looked away. “Together… yes.”

Kael frowned, sensing the unease in her tone. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she said quickly, too quickly. “Just… a feeling. Like we’re being watched.”

Kael’s Cosmic Awareness flared, and for a moment, he felt it too—a faint presence, just beyond the edges of perception. It vanished as quickly as it appeared, leaving only an unsettling emptiness behind.

“We’re always being watched,” Kael said, his voice tinged with bitterness. “Aeon’s eyes are everywhere.”

Lyra nodded, her grip tightening on the Blade of Eternity. “Then we should keep moving.”

Kael started to respond, but the words caught in his throat. The air shifted, a chill racing down his spine. A figure stepped forward from the shadows, their form obscured by a cloak that seemed to devour light itself.

Kael’s instincts screamed at him, every fiber of his being urging him to act, but something held him back. The figure radiated an aura unlike anything he had encountered before—an overwhelming sense of finality.

“Who are you?” Kael demanded, his voice steady despite the tension coiling in his chest.

The figure didn’t respond immediately. They raised a hand, and the air around them shimmered. “I am neither friend nor foe,” they said, their voice a low, resonant echo. “I am inevitability.”

Kael’s eyes narrowed. “Another one of Aeon’s lackeys?”

The figure tilted their head, as if amused. “No. I exist beyond Aeon’s reach. Beyond yours.”

Lyra stepped forward, her blade at the ready. “If you’re not here to help, then you’re in our way.”

The figure turned their gaze to her, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. “Lyra Solstice,” they said, their tone almost regretful. “The light that defies the dark. A spark destined to fade.”

Lyra lunged, the Blade of Eternity slicing through the air with impossible speed. Kael moved to join her, but the figure raised a hand, and reality itself bent to their will.

The world fractured.

Kael was thrown backward, the ground splintering beneath him as a wave of force tore through the battlefield. He struggled to his feet, his vision blurred, only to see Lyra standing alone before the figure.

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“No,” Kael whispered, panic surging through him. He tried to move, but an invisible force held him in place.

The figure extended a hand toward Lyra, and in an instant, her blade shattered. She gasped, staggering back as fragments of the Blade of Eternity fell to the ground, their glow extinguished.

“Lyra!” Kael shouted, his voice raw with desperation.

She turned to him, her silver eyes filled with sorrow. “Kael… I—”

The figure’s hand closed into a fist, and Lyra’s form began to dissolve, her body breaking apart into motes of light.

Kael screamed, his power surging in a futile attempt to break free. “Stop! Don’t you dare—”

“It is not your time,” the figure said, their voice cold and unyielding. “But hers has ended.”

The last of Lyra’s light faded, leaving only silence.

Kael fell to his knees, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His mind reeled, the weight of her loss crashing down on him like a tidal wave. “Why…?” he whispered, his voice trembling.

The figure stepped closer, their presence towering over him. “Because it is necessary.”

Kael’s crimson eyes blazed with fury, and he rose to his feet, his power flaring to life. “I’ll kill you,” he growled. “I’ll tear you apart.”

The figure raised a hand, and Kael’s power faltered. Reality warped around him, and he felt himself being pulled into an abyss.

“Your journey is not over,” the figure said, their voice fading as the void consumed him. “But you must begin again.”

The darkness closed in, and Kael’s memories began to unravel. Faces, names, moments—all slipping away like sand through his fingers. He clawed at them, desperate to hold on, but it was no use.

The last thing he remembered was Lyra’s voice, a faint echo in the void.

“Don’t give up.”

Kael awoke to the sound of birdsong.

The warmth of the sun touched his face, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves above him. He opened his eyes, blinking against the light, and found himself lying beneath a massive oak tree.

For a moment, he felt a strange sense of peace, but it was quickly overshadowed by confusion. He sat up, looking around. The forest was lush and vibrant, a stark contrast to the desolate wasteland he had just been in.

“What… happened?” he muttered, his voice hoarse.

He struggled to his feet, his body feeling strangely weak. His mind was a haze, fragments of memory slipping away before he could grasp them. He tried to focus, to remember who he was, but all he found was an empty void where his identity should have been.

A faint sense of unease crept over him. Something was missing—something important.

A voice called out, breaking his thoughts.

“Hey! Are you all right?”

Kael turned to see a young woman approaching, her expression filled with concern. She had auburn hair tied back in a braid and wore simple, travel-worn clothes. A sword hung at her side, and her green eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and wariness.

“I… I don’t know,” Kael said, his voice uncertain. “I don’t remember.”

The woman stopped a few feet away, studying him. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

Kael shook his head, though he wasn’t entirely sure. “No, I don’t think so.”

She relaxed slightly, offering a small smile. “Well, that’s a start. I’m Elara. What’s your name?”

Kael opened his mouth to answer, but no words came. His brow furrowed, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “I don’t know,” he admitted, the weight of his words pressing down on him.

Elara’s smile faded, replaced by a look of sympathy. “You must have been through something terrible,” she said softly. “But you’re safe now.”

Kael nodded, though the feeling of safety was foreign to him. He looked around again, the vibrant forest almost too vivid to be real. “Where am I?”

“The kingdom of Arvalis,” Elara said, gesturing to the forest around them. “You’re in the outskirts of the Elderwood.”

The name meant nothing to him, but he nodded anyway. “How did I get here?”

“I was hoping you could tell me,” Elara said, her tone light. “I found you lying here, unconscious. No signs of a struggle or anything.”

Kael frowned, his mind racing. Something about this place felt wrong, as if it were a dream he couldn’t wake from. “I… don’t remember anything before waking up,” he said finally.

Elara’s gaze softened. “That’s all right. Maybe it’ll come back to you in time.”

Kael wanted to believe her, but the emptiness in his mind felt absolute. Still, he forced a small smile. “Thanks.”

She nodded, then extended a hand. “Come on. There’s a village not far from here. Maybe someone there can help.”

Kael hesitated, then took her hand. Her grip was firm, grounding him in a way he couldn’t explain.

As they walked, a faint whisper echoed in the back of Kael’s mind. A voice he couldn’t place, but one that filled him with a strange sense of hope.

“Don’t give up.”