Kaelen’s POV….

The kingdom moved like ghosts.

Wolves whispered when I passed, but I barely cared enough to listen. Their respect meant nothing anymore; titles felt like empty metals clinking in a void. I walked through my own halls like a blade without a wielder—sharp, functional, but hollow.

I remembered everything—my name, my oath, the war.

But emotions… the colors behind those memories… were gone.

The seer's trap had stripped something essential from me, and all ...