(Kaidën’s POV) Darkness. Not your typical nightfall—this was different. It was dense, almost alive. It wrapped around me like smoke, murmuring things I couldn't fully grasp. My body felt weightless, as if my mind was just floating in a void where time had no meaning. I tried to move, but there was nothing beneath me, no air to fill my lungs, no heartbeat. Just silence. Then—there was a flicker. A faint, trembling light appeared in front of me. It pulsed, almost like it recognized me. I reached out toward it, but my arm wouldn’t cooperate. Every little movement sent a jolt of pain through me, as if my very soul was being ripped apart. A voice echoed in the space—deep, ancient, somewhat familiar. “You weren’t meant to survive this, Kaidën Volkov.” I froze. That voice… it wasn’t Thorne’s. It felt older. Colder. “You wielded the Moonfire without fully awakening. Foolish, yet brave.” “Who are you?” I croaked, unsure if sound even existed in this place. The light shifted, formi
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