While the sky on Earth continued to crack and darkness slowly spread across the world, far away on another planet, everything felt strangely calm.
The wind moved gently across the open fields, brushing through golden grass that shimmered under the soft light of the sun. There were no screams here, no collapsing cities, no fear in the air. Only silence. A silence so peaceful that it almost felt unreal.
And in the middle of that stillness stood Aamir.
Calm. Unmoving.
In front of him stood Erin—Edrin's daughter.
Her posture was firm, but her breathing was not. Her chest rose and fell unevenly as she tried to steady herself. A faint glow ran along the golden markings on her skin, reacting to the tension building inside her. Her fists were clenched tightly, but her eyes… her eyes were restless.
She was thinking too much.
Calculating.
Doubting.
