The air was cold. Not the kind that touches your skin — but the kind that sinks into your bones.
Ravian sat on the edge of a broken throne. Alone.
Lunaria was gone.
No blood. No fight. No goodbye.
Just silence.
And then… the whispers.
> "Did she leave you?"
"Or did you let her go?"
He clutched his head. The Watcher's voice now lived inside him.
> "Every time you love something… you destroy it."
Suddenly, a mirror appeared in front of him — not a reflection, but a memory.
Lunaria screaming. Chains.
Him… walking away.
"No!" he shouted. "That's not what happened—!"
But the mirror cracked, and so did his mind.
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