The white void around me crystallizes into something that resembles a crossroads, though the paths stretch not through space but through possibility itself.
At the center, hovering like a frozen star, is an artifact that makes my soul ache just to look at it—the Shard of the Beginning. It pulses with raw creation energy, each throb sending ripples through dimensions I can barely perceive.
The Keeper materializes beside me, its form now settled into something that might have once been human, though its eyes hold the weight of eons.
"This is your choice, Moon-Heir," it says, its voice carrying the resonance of cosmic forces grinding against each other.
"The Shard holds enough power to mend one seal—to buy your world precious time while you gather strength for what's coming."
The artifact spins slowly, revealing facets that show glimpses of restored barriers, of Killian's tormented face clearing as the Primordial influence weakens, of my pack breathing easier under skies no longer ting
