Kael's tiny fingers clenched.
The scream stopped.
Abruptly. Violently.
As if something had been silenced by force.
The clouds dispersed. The wind returned. The world exhaled.
In heaven, the crack sealed—but the damage was done.
The God of Time staggered back.
"He remembers," he said, voice unsteady. "The soul remembers."
"Impossible," the God of Law hissed. "We erased him."
"No," whispered Mercy, her voice breaking. "We failed."
Far below, Lysa smiled weakly at her son.
"He's beautiful," she murmured.
Her heart stopped seconds later.
The child did not react.
He only stared upward, toward a sky he hated but could not yet name.