Aiden pushed himself upright, his muscles still tingling from whatever force had just surged through him. His team was watching him intently—Myne's expression was one of concern, Rick's was wary, and Dren… well, Dren just looked impatient.
"You gonna explain, or do we just assume you had some divine revelation?" Rick asked, crossing his arms.
Aiden exhaled slowly. "I saw something. A vision… of a war that happened long before us." His fingers unconsciously traced the glowing mark on his chest. "And someone who looked just like me—no, someone who was me."
Dren whistled. "So what, you're some kind of reincarnated war god?"
"It's not that simple," Aiden muttered. But deep down, he knew—this wasn't just some trick of the monolith. This was real. His past was resurfacing, whether he wanted it to or not.
Myne stepped closer. "Did the vision tell you anything useful? Anything that can help us now?"