Kael had fallen.
Or rather—he had fallen into a deep, sweet sleep.
Far away from the outside world and the fears and burdens that plagued the waking, he drifted into dreams. For the first time in so long, his breath was calm, his body light, and his lips curved in a faint, unguarded smile.
But outside, in reality, chaos reigned.
The night sky burned with the light of three glowing moons, their silver-blue radiance spilling over the battlefield. Dust swirled, rocks shattered, and monstrous roars shook the ground as three figures clashed in a savage storm of power.
"Valkar! You stupid dragon—watch your tail! You almost hit me! I'm the ally, he's the enemy, remember? Or do you want to kill me too?!"
Shen's voice cracked with both fury and pain. Only minutes ago, he had been thrilled to see Valkar awaken. He had imagined a powerful alliance—two against one, standing together to strike down the traitor before them. But that hope had shattered as quickly as the stone around them.
