The night broke in silence.No warning. No wind. Just the sound of the fire snapping once, then dimming... as though the flames had been swallowed whole.Elyra opened her eyes.Something was wrong.The camp that had been full of quiet breathing moments ago was frozen mid-sleep. Every sound was muffled, like snow pressed against her ears. Her heart thudded once, hard, before she reached instinctively for her blade.Then came the sound.A whisper. Not from outside.… but through the air, as if the sky itself were speaking in its sleep. Dozens of voices layered atop one another, all whispering her name.Elyra. Elyra. Elyra.She spun, eyes sweeping the dark. The fires had gone out. Shapes moved between the tents... slow, disjointed, too fluid to be human.Kaelrin burst from her hut, spear already in hand, her hair loose, eyes hard. “You feel it?”Elyra nodded. “The Archive’s dream. It’s here.”Before Kaelrin could answer, a scream split the dark... high, sharp, and abruptly cut short.The

Light came before breath. A soft dawn glow, pale and clean, spreading over marble steps slick with dew. The air smelled new untouched as though the world itself had just been spoken into being. Dren opened his eyes to it. He lay on the edge of a shallow pool, the water still enough to mirror the endless sky above. His chest rose, then fell, and for the first time in centuries, there was no weight pressing down on him. No echo, no curse. Just air. He sat up slowly, every muscle waking like something half-remembered. His armor was gone. Only a thin shirt clung to him, soaked, torn where the Core’s light had burned through. His hands trembled slightly, but when he looked down, he saw them solid, real. Not flickering. Not fading. Alive. He let out a long breath. “Elyra…” The name left his lips before he could stop it. It echoed across the open air, but there was no answer just wind sliding through the trees that grew where no forest had ever been. Dren rose to his feet. The

The sun rose slow that morning, as if unsure it was allowed.It broke through the haze in quiet gold, spilling light over stone and soil that hadn’t existed a day before. The air smelled new.. sharp with rain, soft with warmth. Birds called from trees that had grown overnight, their songs strange but beautiful.Elyra stood at the edge of the river, watching her reflection ripple in the water. For a long time, she didn’t move.Dren came up behind her, silent as always. His shadow fell across hers in the water, and the two blurred together.“It’s strange,” she murmured. “All of this. It feels… right. But not real.”Dren crouched beside her, dipping a hand into the river. The water was cold, biting. “It’s real enough,” he said softly. “It bleeds when I touch it.”She looked at him, a faint smile tugging her lips. “That’s your test for everything?”He shrugged. “It’s worked so far.”For a moment, the ease between them felt like peace. They had survived what no one should unmade worlds,

The light faded slowly.Then came the silence.When Dren opened his eyes, he was lying on cold ground not glass this time, but ash. Gray dust stretched endlessly in every direction, broken only by the shattered ribs of what once had been the tower. The sky was colorless. The air, too thin. It felt like the world had been emptied.He tried to sit, but his body protested with every movement. Every nerve burned from the Core’s last scream. The sound still rang faintly in his bones.Beside him, Elyra stirred.Her hair was caked with dust, her armor scorched and cracked. But she was breathing. The sight alone steadied him. He reached out, brushing the dirt from her face.She opened her eyes slowly. “We’re not dead,” she whispered.“Not yet.” He tried to smile, but it came out hollow.She sat up, wincing as she looked around. “Where are we?”He followed her gaze. The valley was gone. In its place stretched a flat wasteland of glass and ash the remnants of the Core’s implosion. The air shimm