Victor's POV
The bond shatters across my spirit like lightning splitting the sky. Every lifetime has brought this same torment, yet something feels fundamentally different now. This moment carries the weight of both genesis and apocalypse. Helena is not Aria, and that truth terrifies me more than centuries of suffering ever could.
The ancient church balcony that has sheltered me crumbles beneath my grip as agony tears through my core. My knees slam against cold stone while my claws carve furrows deep enough to leave permanent scars. A feral snarl erupts from somewhere primal, my vision bleaching white as heated breath streams from my nostrils like dragon's fire.
It has happened.
Helena has finally sealed her fate with the wolves, accomplishing what Aria never managed across countless incarnations.
