The first Council meeting was scheduled for three days away, but trouble arrived in two.We were in Silvermoon's main hall, working with Elena and the kingdom representatives to draft the Council's founding principles, when reality fractured.Not violently like previous attacks—this was subtle, precise, surgical. A dimensional incision that opened directly in front of us, and through it stepped someone we recognized through Zack's origin point with immediate dread."Hello, son," Richard Silvermoon said, his form flickering between solid and translucent. "We need to talk."Through our unified consciousness, we felt Zack's origin point experiencing emotional whiplash that nearly destabilized our integration. His father was dead—had been dead for over a decade. Theron had executed him for war crimes. This should not be possible."You are not real," we said, though our voice wavered with Zack's uncertainty. "You died. Theron killed you for what you did to his pack. You cannot be here.""I
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