NOAH'S POV

I woke up screaming.

Four hundred and seventy-one lifetimes of memories flooded into my mind all at once. Deaths. Failures. Pain. Loss. Over and over and over.

I remembered dying by fire. By blade. By magic. By betrayal.

I remembered watching Daisy die just as many times.

I remembered fighting impossible battles and losing every single one.

The weight of it all nearly crushed me.

"Breathe, Papa," a voice said. "Just breathe through it."

I looked up and saw Michael. But not the four-year-old Michael or the fourteen-year-old Michael. This Michael looked about seventeen, dressed in battle armor that glowed with supernatural energy.

"Where are we?" I gasped....