CROWNED BY BLOOD
I reached for her, but she didn’t see me.
The second: Alexander, broken and bound, stood in chains of shadow. He was older. Harder. The fire in him dimmed. Void Hunters whispered in his ears, turning his purpose into a weapon. He erased people from time itself, a reaper of corrupted timelines. He wept after every soul he unmade.
The third vision shattered me.
A world at peace. Cities thriving. People are smiling. But I was nowhere.
There was no Luna Blackwood. No memory. No mark.