Nathan leaned against the icy wall, his breath still spilling faint white mist.
"If that war's as crazy as you say, when exactly does the Dimensional War start?"
Livia didn't answer right away. She lowered her gaze, plucking a frost flower from the wall, her fingers brushing over its petals like she was appraising merchandise.
"I don't know," she said softly. "It happens whenever the Messenger arrives in your world."
Nathan frowned. "Messenger? You mean, like, some kind of courier for a death party?"
Livia turned to him, expression flat. "Something like that. But he's… not a fighter. He can't be harmed, and he can't harm anyone. He just comes, announces the time the war will begin, and leaves."
Nathan raised a brow. "So he's… a walking clock?"
"A clock that decides when your world ends," Livia replied curtly. "He'll appear somewhere everyone can see, announce the day and hour the war starts, and from then on, nothing can stop the countdown."
