Two months passed.
And Aeris never remembered.
Liora watched her from the quiet spaces within, like a ghost tethered to a mind that had buried its truth. Aeris laughed. She trained. She ate. She danced in the rain one evening when the showers hit the southern barracks, spinning in the yard with her face tilted to the sky like nothing had ever broken her.
Aeris's life had returned to… normal.
That was the part Liora couldn't bear.
She watched helplessly, an invisible passenger who once raged and howled—but now could only sit silently as her warnings faded into static.
Each day without a trace of Kazren didn't feel like a blessing. It felt like a countdown. Like silence before the storm.
What did he do to her? What did he really want? Did he finish his experiment? Did he succeed? Or is this still part of his plan…?
She didn't have a single answer. Not one. Only memories burned into her bones—of sedation, bruises, and twisted smiles.
