The Children searched.
Across timelines.
Across dimensions.
Across erased possibilities.
They did not find Erevan.
Because Erevan does not react.
He waits.
On his cosmic platform, half light and half shadow, golden flames steady, black lightning calm.
[PASSIVE STATE: INEVITABLE END]
A presence arrived.
The Red Prince.
Younger. Sharper. More focused than the rest.
"You denied my father," the Prince said.
"Then deny me."
Erevan looked at him.
And for the first time since the fall of the Throne
He sighed.
"You're not a king," Erevan said.
"You're an echo trying to scream."