Within the grand chambers of a high-tech ship, wandering silently through the boundless void of space, a girl slowly opened her golden eyes.
Her body was drenched in warm blood, still pouring as if it refused to stop and her flesh screamed with damage as her nerves were torn and bones were strained… but she didn't care for any of it.
The only thing that mattered was the crushing truth that she had failed and how she had failed to pull her brother out of that cursed world.
Behind her, a man was seated in deep concentration, one hand firmly pressed against her back, channeling power to fuel her connections with Alden.
Before Caera could say anything at all, his body shuddered.
Hack—!
He coughed violently, splattering crimson blood across the pristine floor.
"Grandpa…?" Caera whispered, her voice trembling as she turned her head. "Are you okay?"
This man was no ordinary existence.
He was Eidon Thalyros.
