Adrian's fingers hovered over the map, his gaze tracing the inked formations. The positions, the strategies—they should have been infallible. But he had seen them fail before. Over and over.
A dull throb settled in his skull, an ache born not of fatigue, but of repetition.
Kael leaned against the wooden table beside him, arms crossed. He was watching Adrian closely, as he always did now. Assessing him.
"You hesitated today," Kael said at last.
Adrian's jaw tightened. "No, I didn't."
Kael's expression didn't change. "You did."
The candlelight flickered between them, stretching shadows across Kael's sharp features. His stance was casual, but there was an edge to him now—a quiet tension.
Adrian exhaled, slow and controlled. "The men are remembering."
Kael gave a slow nod. "It's accelerating."
The words pressed against Adrian like a vice. He had felt it in the way the soldiers moved, in the way their gazes lingered just a little too long, their hands tightening on their weapons as if they were bracing for something unseen. They knew.
They weren't supposed to.
A long silence stretched between them before Kael spoke again. "What happens when they remember everything?"
Adrian met his gaze, forcing steel into his voice. "We lose control."
Kael studied him for a moment longer. Then, tilting his head slightly, he asked, "So what's the plan?"
For the first time, Adrian didn't have an answer.
Flashback: A Past Life's Warning
A storm. Rain pelting the earth in furious sheets. Adrian stood over a body. His own.
A whisper in his mind. "You have to let go."
He turned, but there was no one there. Only darkness creeping at the edges of his vision.
Then—he woke up.
Adrian inhaled sharply, gripping the edge of the table. The vision had been clearer this time. More real.
He swallowed hard and looked at Kael. "We need to find out what's causing this."
Kael nodded. "Before it finds us first."