Once again, he floated into nothingness.
But he remembered this feeling—the familiar, empty sensation he had felt before.
Right then, the darkness around him began to shift, shaping into solid ground.
Before he knew it, he was standing in the middle of an empty battlefield—silent and cold, the air thick and gloomy. It carried the weight of something he couldn't name.
Standing there was the old man.
The same man he had seen when he picked up his father's sword.
The same man who had appeared when he fought Chiron, the ferryman.
And now, he knew who that man was.
Kael took a deep breath and walked toward him.
As he stepped closer, he noticed there were others standing behind the old man. Their faces were blurry, yet each one carried a weight that stirred something deep inside him—a feeling of recognition.
It was cold and silent, like ghosts returning to the place they once called home.
