"The past is going to repeat..."
"Someone is trying to control my mind again,"
Cathain's voice was low, weighted with certainty, yet edged with a simmering fury. The words settled heavily into the room, thick with foreboding. And then, his fingers snapped.
Flames erupted at his command, licking at the air with newfound intensity. Their brilliance cast an eerie glow upon the chamber.
The fire was different—untamed, raw, more forceful than ever. It wasn't the restrained flicker he had grown accustomed to, the magic he had struggled to refine over years of ceaseless training. No—this was something else entirely.
Noah staggered back, then stepped forward, drawn by instinct, his breath hitching as he reached for the edge of the bed, his grey eyes locked onto the impossible sight before him.
"T-This!"
