Kael POV

The world no longer burned.

It shimmered soft, endless, full of quiet songs. But inside me, something began to fade.

At first, it was small things.

A scent.

A voice.

A name.

I would turn to Ardyn, and in a heartbeat, I would not know him. Then the memory would return like smoke, slipping through my fingers before I could hold it.

The Dreamborn called it “the Drift.”

When too much peace lived in a heart that once knew only war, the mind loosened its ties to the body. The ...