The Keeper's words reverberated like a curse.
"Show me. Prove your vow is not another broken promise."
Chains struck the mirror ground, and with each impact, the world distorted further. The crimson light bled into the cracks, spreading upward into the sky until the fractured moon above split into dozens of jagged shards. The air thickened, turning heavy—every breath Ren took felt weighted, as though invisible hands pressed down on his chest.
Selene clung to his arm, her silver hair whipping in the unnatural wind. "Ren—!" she started, but her voice faltered as the world around them began to warp.
The Keeper raised one chained hand. With a single, dragging motion, the broken glass ground rippled like water. Then, suddenly—
Everything snapped.
The battlefield vanished. The crimson glow. The shard-winged girl. Even Selene's touch.
