Kaelen stood atop a craggy hill, city lights glowing faintly in the distance.
The world had changed beyond all recognition—no more stone fortresses or sacred groves. Now steel towers pierced the heavens, and strange lights flickered in the darkness.
Yet one truth remained unchanged: the pull of the promise. Through the lingering threads of ancient magic, Kaelen could sense her presence.
Elira.
A fleeting vision shimmered before him—her face, her eyes, the Mark glowing faintly on her wrist.
Their bond had begun to awaken across time and space.
Kaelen's hand tightened on the hilt of his sword. He would find her. He would fulfill his vow.
And he would protect her, no matter the cost.