A Friend, Not an Enemy

The Battlefield Stands Still – A Rift Between Fate and Choice

The world held its breath.

The violet storm that had once raged, feeding off Kael's fury, had weakened into an uneasy stillness. The sky, still fractured, no longer roared with Rift energy. The battlefield trembled under the weight of something even heavier than destruction—uncertainty.

Kael stood in the center of it, his body flickering between moments—his past, his present, and the corruption that had shaped his future. His breath was uneven, his sword trembling in his grip as his golden-ringed eyes flickered erratically. The Rift no longer surged to protect him.

The corruption was slipping.

His mind was caught between two forces—the Rift's lingering grasp, and the memories Ethan was forcing to the surface.

Ethan, standing only a few feet away, didn't attack. He didn't press forward. He didn't strike the finishing blow.

Instead—he spoke.