A voice.
"Kael... you might want to look at this."
Only he flinched.
Because it was Yue's voice—sharp, ghostly—inside his mind.
He blinked and turned.
She was hovering nearby, pale and silent, looking down at the field of ruin.
Kael exhaled shakily and looked at Selene, still holding him like he might vanish again.
His voice was low, rough.
"I'm sorry, Selene... I shouldn't have done that."
She sniffled, gave a watery laugh.
"And I'm sorry for being so... dramatic about it."
Kael chuckled, eyes softening as he took in her condition—hair tangled, face streaked with ash and tears, hands bloody from digging through stone.
She must've been searching for him for ages.
Then his gaze drifted to the General.
The man was standing—barely.
His armor in tatters, his intestines exposed, one hand clutching his side like it was the only thing keeping him together.
Kael grimaced.
"How the hell are you even alive?"
