Ethan watched everything unfold with a heavy heart, unable to look away even though every instinct told him to.
He had changed so much of history, altered paths, sped things up in ways even he could no longer fully measure. Still, he never imagined that Shadowstrike would meet his end like this, not in battle, not by fate, but by the hand of his own leader.
A grim thought surfaced, cold and unwelcome.
In his original timeline, had Shadowstrike also died by Blackfin's hand? Maybe this was not something new at all. Maybe Ethan had only forced the moment to arrive sooner than it was meant to.
The realization sent a chill through him, sweat breaking out along his spine.
'What about the other me, the one from that timeline?'
Was he still living like a kicked dog, clinging to scraps, barely surviving? And Lyla? Amber? Rainie. What about everyone standing beside him now?
Their lives would all be different, wouldn't they?
