Jude stood in silence, his breath still uneven as he stared at the fragment in his hand. The golden light within it pulsed faintly, almost as if it were breathing along with him. His fingers tingled where they touched the stone, and the warmth he had felt earlier now coursed through his entire body. It wasn't overwhelming, but it was constant, like a fire smoldering just beneath his skin. Lyara's eyes flicked between him and the fragment, her concern barely masked beneath her usual sharp expression.
"What do you mean, you saw the end?" she asked, her voice careful but firm.
Jude swallowed hard, the vision still fresh in his mind. It had felt real, more than real, like a moment in time that had yet to happen but already existed. "I don't know exactly," he admitted. "But I was… somewhere else. It was endless, full of light, but empty at the same time. And I saw, " He hesitated.
Lyara raised an eyebrow. "Saw what?"
"Myself."
