The words echoed through Damian's consciousness, refusing to fade: "You were always my king."
His mind struggled to process what the Sage had been implying with those final words before pressing the mask against his face.
'What did he mean by–'
WHOOSH
Light exploded around him, brilliant and sudden, wrapping his entire form in radiance.
His vision went completely white, reality bending and twisting in ways that made his stomach lurch.
Then the light faded.
Tap Tap
Damian's boots hit solid ground, his body stumbling forward fractionally before catching his balance.
Snow fell around him in thick flakes, settling on his shoulders and hair.
'What...'
His gaze tracking across his surroundings with growing confusion.
A terrace stretched before him, massive and elegant, overlooking mountains that seemed familiar in a way that made his chest tighten.
