The battlefield is silent except for the distant rumble of destruction, the sky choked with smoke. You should be moving, should be ready to fight. But you’re not. You’re just staring.

Omni-Mark stands before you, his red cape billowing slightly as he hovers in place. His expression is unreadable, his piercing gaze locked onto yours like he’s already figured something out. And maybe he has. Because right now, your heart is hammering for all the wrong reasons.

He looks just like him—the Mark you wanted, the one who chose Eve instead. Every part of you screams that this isn’t your Mark, that this is an enemy, a threat. But some foolish, aching part of you lingers on the similarities. The way his jaw clenches ever so slightly, the way his eyes seem to search yours for an answer.

"You’re hesitating." His voice cuts through the tension, steady but sharp.

You inhale shakily, willing yourself to move, to say something—anything—but the words catch in your throat. Omni-Mark tilts his head slightly, as if he’s analyzing you, trying to pick apart your hesitation. His expression remains unreadable, but there’s something in his eyes that makes your stomach twist.

"You look at me like you know me."

Your breath catches. He’s perceptive. Too perceptive. Do you lie? Do you tell him the truth—that he looks just like the Mark you once thought would be yours? Or do you finally shake off the emotions gripping your chest and prepare to fight?