Kieran didn't understand why Alexa sounded so panicked.
But as he looked around, he could tell—this definitely wasn't Nebulas.
From their vantage point on the hill, the landscape unfolded before them.
And then he saw it.
A massive castle stood in the distance, its highest spire piercing the sky like a spear.
It was nothing short of majestic. The towering stone walls exuded an ancient power, their weathered surface hinting at centuries of history.
Its sheer presence dominated the horizon.
This place was old—timeless—and undeniably foreign.
'I thought I escaped… I thought I'd never see this place again,' Alexa whispered inwardly, her hands trembling as she stared at the massive castle—no, it wasn't the castle she was seeing.
Her eyes were locked on it, but her mind was trapped in a memory.
She wasn't seeing stone and spires. She was seeing him.
The being who had haunted her for years.
Inside the grand palace, atop a throne carved from obsidian and gold, he sat.
