{Ryanna’s POV}

There was no beginning this time.

No bed, no ceiling, no soft return to a world that pretended to be mine.

I just… existed.

I was standing. In armor slick with someone else’s blood. A compass in hand, breath fogging in the cold air of what seemed like a shattered battlefield. Bodies lay in pieces around me. My knees ached from fighting, and I didn’t even know who I’d fought for. Just that they were gone now.

Rain hissed as it touched the scorched ground.

A broken ...