Aamir stood alone.
There was no ground beneath his feet.
No sky above his head.
Only emptiness — endless, quiet, unmoving.
Not darkness.
Just nothing.
He didn't feel fear here.
He felt… distance.
As if the world itself was far away.
Aamir looked around once, then spoke.
"Luman… are you here?"
His voice echoed faintly, not repeating — just fading.
For a moment, nothing answered.
Then—
A pulse.
Soft.
Warm.
Not like before.
Another pulse followed.
Then a voice emerged from the emptiness.
"Yes, Aamir."
He froze.
It wasn't the voice he remembered.
Not the calm male tone that guided him through battles and decisions.
This voice was gentler.
Deeper.
Like light filtered through water.
Feminine.
Ancient.
Aamir turned sharply.
"…That's not Luman."
The light gathered ahead of him.
Not blinding.
Not overwhelming.
