BOOM!!
BANG!!! BANG!! BANG!!
BOOM!!!
The sky was tearing itself apart.
Celestial brilliance clashed against shadowed wrath as Aegon battled the gods above.
Each strike shattered the air, and each collision sent molten streaks of light raining across the plains of Aetheris. The ground convulsed; trees turned to ash; the rivers themselves steamed.
And in the crater — beneath that divine war — two broken figures sat within the trembling silence.
Kaelen and Kelvin.
Dust fell in slow drifts around them as Kaelen leaned against the jagged earth, his chest rising and falling unevenly. His armor was cracked and blood-soaked, and his eyes — normally filled with determination — were dim, distant, and trembling.
He swallowed hard. "…Kelvin," he rasped, voice almost drowned by the distant thunder of gods. "Eternity… told me something."
Kelvin frowned, his expression hard yet confused. "What did it say?"
