04:01:43 (Four hours until the end)
Above Ironwall
Hades' wings wove through the air, every energized snap propelling him closer to his destination. The headache had finally relented — a welcome mercy — but flashes of memory still struck him without warning, jagged and intrusive.
The blood had been the answer, and with so many willing to give theirs, the healing had progressed faster than even the Deltas theorized.
The moment the pressure on his skull eased, everything began to return — first in trickles, then in a flood that drowned him in images, conversations, events, and fragmented timelines.
Along with his memory of Eve and her condition, their past life came roaring back. His past existence struck with a clarity it had never held before.
It had not always been so vivid. It used to feel like watching through fogged glass — but it seemed the brain damage and subsequent repairs had pulled every suppressed piece to the surface.
