The spirit realm trembled with suspended energy—sapphire skies laced with ghost-fire and muted winds that carried the distant howls of lost souls. Aria stood amidst that fractured beauty, her heart pounding like tribal drums. Beside her lay Caleb’s spirit form—alive but vacant, his golden eyes dulled of their fire.

She had found him—but so many pieces were still missing.

“Caleb…” Her voice cracked like ice. She crouched beside him, hands trembling. “Do you—do you remember ...