Kaelen
The days after the shadow's return were filled with tension. Kaelen trained with Ryn in the depths of Veylaris, pushing his command of fire and water to new limits. The mark on his wrist pulsed more fiercely now—sometimes burning, sometimes chilling, as if responding to unseen tides.
He spent hours in the archives, pouring over ancient texts about the Soul Eyes, the Pillar Birds, and Cursed Zone outbreaks. Ryn guarded the door, occasionally reading over Kaelen's shoulder, always alert for trouble. Night after night, Kaelen slipped into the Inner Domain, meeting Lysera in secret, their cosmic shore now a place of both comfort and urgency.
"They're coming for us," Kaelen said one night, his voice echoing in the starlit dark. "I can feel it. We have to be ready."
Lysera nodded. "We can't face them alone. We need allies. And we need to understand the Cursed Zone."
Kaelen's hand brushed the hilt of his soul weapon, the molten crystal blade, which now shimmered more brightly than ever before. "I'll speak to the elders. Maybe they'll listen now."
Lysera
In Aquarion, Lysera's days were spent in study and healing, her staff never far from her grasp. She sought out the oldest healers, asking about the Cursed Zone, magical vows, and forbidden magics. Selara and a handful of tidecallers aided her, teaching her new techniques to sense and shield against soul corruption.
At night, the Inner Domain became her training ground. Sometimes, the landscape was calm—stars bright, waters smooth. Other times, storms raged, reflecting her fear and determination. Kaelen was always there, his presence a steady anchor in the swirling chaos.
"We need to find the source," she said as they walked the growing shores of their soul-cosmos. "The Cursed Zone, the Sundering Hand, Kandiaru—we need to know how they're connected."
Kaelen nodded, his gaze fierce. "We will. And when they strike, we'll be ready."
Together
Each day, their powers grew, their bond strengthening with every shared thought and memory. The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the next move. But for the first time, Kaelen and Lysera were not running from the darkness. They were preparing to face it together.
And in the shadowed halls beyond the Cursed Zone, the Sundering Hand began to move.