It had been three days since Louis and his companions erased the Hanson family from the face of the Earth.
Only one member remained — if he could even be called that. A shattered husk of a man, stripped of will, speech, and identity. He wandered barefoot through shattered ruins, mumbling fractured echoes of the truth. A living omen. A puppet mouthpiece whispering of Louis's return to all who dared listen.
When his purpose was fulfilled, he too would vanish.
Louis had since reconnected with the rest of his people — not just his bloodline, but those who had once shared the same soil, the same breath, the same prayers. His family.
They had thrown him a party the night before. Nothing extravagant, but alive with laughter, awe, and quiet tears. Tonight, however, would be different.
