Vaelor POVThe question didn’t come from the forest this time.It came from everywhere at once, but not as force. Not as command. More like pressure turning into awareness, like a vast intelligence finally pausing long enough to listen instead of act.Who do you want to be?The entity stood at the center of collapsing terrain, trembling but no longer screaming. The lattice beneath the world remained suspended, shifting faintly like a held breath that refused to release.Vaelor could still feel it under his boots—something immense, waiting for direction. Not dominance. Not submission. Direction.That was the most dangerous part.Things that large should not be asking questions.I tightened my grip on the entity’s arm without realizing it. Its breathing had steadied slightly, but only barely. It still looked like something standing between two versions of itself, neither willing to fully resolve.Ilyra stood a few steps ahead of us now, facing the crack directly. Her posture had change
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