The wind shifted first.
Then the stars.
Aurora tilted her head, sensing the tremor beneath dimensions. Her eyes sharpened. "Another echo."
Veylor, still cloaked in Adam's shape, said nothing. Just turned toward the pulse like it was calling his name. It wasn't loud. It wasn't bright. It just… tugged.
Soft. Gentle.
Like the universe whispering, "Look here."
Aurora's hair floated slightly, caught in a breeze that didn't exist in this part of space. "We move now."
He followed without speaking.
The two of them crossed layers of reality in silence.
They didn't need gates. Didn't need spells or keys or runes. Aurora's Dominion warped the space around them like cloth in her hand. And Veylor—he moved like something already outside the rules.
The stars grew cold.
The sky turned black, then inverted—light pulsing from cracks in the darkness, like a mirror bleeding backward.
They landed in a ruined temple.
One neither of them remembered building.
