Asher didn't move. His eyes narrowed, soul energy subtly coiling around him like a silent storm.
"You don't belong here," he said flatly.
Kairon smiled, stepping around the table. "And yet, I am. The Rift chose this form for a reason, didn't it? Maybe it thinks you haven't let go of me. That somewhere, deep down, the boy who trusted me still exists."
That struck a nerve.
Asher's hands clenched into fists.
Memories rose like a storm from the depths of his mind—shadows from a past life he had long tried to bury.
The Past Life
He had finally made it."I did it… I'm a doctor now!" a younger Asher had cried out, tears of joy brimming in his eyes as he held his hard-earned degree in trembling hands.