Third Person POV

It started in a dream.

Or maybe it wasn’t a dream. Maybe it was something more.

Kane stood alone in a field that didn’t exist—stars overhead brighter than anything he’d ever seen, grass silver beneath his feet, wind moving like breath itself. No walls. No ruins. Just silence. Stillness.

Then, her voice.

Soft. Familiar. Sharp as ever.

“You’re not done yet.”

He turned around.

And there she was.

Caitlyn stood across the field, hands behind her back, wearing the same black jacket she used to wear when he was little. Her hair was longer now, and her eyes—they weren’t glowing like the Moonborn Queen. They were just...