The battlefield was drenched in blood. A familiar scene. Too familiar. You clenched your fists as the memories rushed in, a flood of lives that were not your own.

Zephyr stood across from you, his expression unreadable. He had seen many strange things since his return, but you—someone who shouldn’t exist in this time—were the greatest anomaly of all.

“What are you?” he asked, his sword still dripping with the blood of the fallen.

You didn’t know the answer. But deep inside, something whispered that you were not here by accident.