Silence. Not the kind that came in moments of peace, but the kind that followed devastation. A silence so complete it rang in Gibson’s ears like the echo of a scream too loud to be heard.He opened his eyes to white. Not light, white. The abyss was gone. The firestorm erased. The endless roar silenced. He lay on scorched stone, half-buried beneath jagged rubble, his body twisted in ways bone and muscle weren’t meant to endure. Blood clung to his lips, thick and coppery, and each breath was a war. But he didn’t care about the pain. He didn’t care about the ruin. “Clara…” The name scraped out of him as a whisper, hoarse, desperate.He pushed the stone from his chest, dragging his body across the fractured ground. His arms trembled under his own weight, but he crawled forward inch by inch.Each scrape of his knee sent fire up his spine, but he didn’t stop. Not until he saw her. She lay ten paces away, still as death, her small form curled against the stone.Around her, the ground was

The air was poisoned with silence. Not the soft, comforting kind that draped itself over midnight fields, but the jagged stillness of a battlefield after the screaming had ended.Smoke curled in fractured pillars around Gibson as he dragged himself across the fractured stones, every muscle in his body trembling.His ribs burned with each shallow breath, but it wasn’t his wounds that hollowed him, it was the sight ahead. Clara.She sat hunched against the jagged wall of what remained of the Nexus, her knees pulled tight to her chest, strands of soot-dark hair plastered to her face.Her small frame looked lost against the ruins, as though she’d been reduced to little more than ash. But what froze Gibson’s heart wasn’t her fragility, it was her eyes.They glowed faintly, ember-red at the edges, fighting against the familiar brown he’d loved since the moment she opened them as a newborn. Two selves colliding in one fragile body.“Clara,” Gibson rasped. His voice broke on the name.Her hea

The air rippled like water struck by lightning. Gibson felt it before he saw it , the pressure of something vast forcing itself into shape.The last curls of red fog twisted together, bones of light threading through smoke, and then the storm stood.It wasn’t quite a man. Its body shimmered between forms: shoulders and limbs one moment, wings of vapor the next. Its face stayed half-hidden, shifting from shadow to glare, features rearranging faster than thought.Only its eyes remained fixed , two molten coals burning through the dust. Gibson tightened his stance in front of Clara’s motionless body. Every instinct screamed to run, but a deeper instinct anchored him.He’d done his running ten years ago; it had cost him everything. The creature spoke without moving its mouth. The sound arrived inside his skull, cold and certain.“Do you still think love can bind the infinite?”Gibson coughed blood onto the stone and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “It’s all that’s ever bound any