Aziel’s POVI sat alone in the quiet corner of the palace library after the meeting with Valerian. The old mage’s words still echoed in my head and the soul resonance tests had left me drained. My body felt heavy. I closed my eyes for a moment, hoping to rest, instead, a memory pulled me under. Not one of Lior’s. One of mine.Past LifeThe campfires burned low under the night sky. We had won another battle earlier that day. The air still carried the faint smell of smoke and victory. I sat on a log near my tent, sharpening my sword by the light of the flames. Ronan sat across from me, cleaning his own blade. The two of us often stayed up late after fights, talking about strategy or simply enjoying the quiet.“You fought well today,” I said, glancing at him. “That flank maneuver you suggested turned the tide.”Ronan smiled. It was the same easy smile I had seen a thousand times. “I learned from the best.”I laughed softly. “Flattery will not get you out of training tomorrow.”He chuckle
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