Kael unlocked his phone with shaking hands.
July 3rd.
His breath caught in his throat.
That couldn't be right.
He scrolled frantically to the calendar app.
Tapped the previous day.
July 2nd — Corporate Gala, 6 PM.
He remembered now. The stiff smiles. The bland wine.
The polite applause.
And then… the road.
The headlights.
The—
The crash.
He sat down slowly, legs giving out beneath him.
His mind churned, desperate to find a foothold in something solid.
But it all felt like shifting ground.
Had he really transmigrated?
Had he really lived in a world of magic, of danger, of Selene and Yue?
"Fuck," he whispered.
He couldn't tell which was the dream anymore—this world, or the one he'd left behind.
But he knew what he wanted.
He wanted back.