"You said we'd find them," Unnur continued, her voice tight. "You always say we'll find them."
The voice in his head stirred again, deeper this time, resonating like thunder across a canyon.
"This is the price of your vow, templar. The path loops. Until you choose."
Emilio staggered back, breath trembling. "I'm trapped in it. In some kind of… cycle?"
Unnur nodded. Her eyes gleamed. "And every time, you get a little closer."
A silence bloomed between them, vast and fragile.
Outside, the storm held still. Waiting.
His brows furrowed. It's time magic. I've only ever heard of it in stories when I was child. Like the story Dame Krista always told me when it thundered about the templar and the witch in the fog. It sounded a lot like… what is happening now.
He blinked.
Krista. When was the last time I thought of her name?
