The wind screamed around them as the three figures faced the being who had once been Christopher.
Now, that same vessel floated serenely, half wrapped in gold, half shrouded in darkness — Aegon, the Sovereign Dragon, reborn with the mind of a mortal who had embraced eternity.
Kelvin's chaotic aura bled into the skies like rivers of violet flame, clashing with Kaelen's radiant, golden-white energy that pulsed with the calm infinity of Eternity itself.
Lila stood between them, her Seer's mark glowing across her temple — a single tear of light streaming from her left eye as her foresight reached beyond the physical.
Kaelen's voice came first, steady but aching.
"Christopher. I know you can hear me… It's me."
Aegon didn't move at first. His expression was placid — too calm, too divine.
But beneath the calm, the faintest shimmer crossed his eyes. For a brief instant, gold and blue light — Christopher's — flickered there.
