The silence after the blast was wrong. Adrien’s ears rang, but it wasn’t sound, it was absence. Every noise, every heartbeat, every whisper of wind had been scraped away.He lay face-down on cold stone that pulsed faintly with light, like veins under translucent skin. The air shimmered, bending in on itself.He pushed up slowly, choking on the metallic taste of ozone. His voice broke the silence. “Sera?”No answer. He staggered to his feet. The battlefield, the twisted plains, the shattered citadel, the sky itself, was gone. In its place stretched a flat expanse of mirrored water, endless and perfectly still.Above, two moons hung, one silver, one red, both cracked and bleeding light. Their reflections rippled faintly at his feet.“Sera!” Adrien shouted again. His voice echoed a thousand times, growing fainter with each repetition until it sounded like someone else’s prayer.Then, movement. A figure shimmered in the distance, barefoot, walking across the mirror-surface without ripples
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