After speaking with Paul, everything was finally done. The first year at Mythos Academy had drawn to a close, and I stood at the pinnacle.
Sovereign.
Rank 1.
I had surpassed Lucifer Windward, outlasted Ren Kagu, outdueled the prodigies of my year. The gap between me and the so-called untouchables had vanished—not by chance, but by effort, by sheer force of will.
And yet, standing at the summit, I found myself staring into the distance rather than down at those I had surpassed.
There were still questions—too many, pressing at the edges of my mind. Why was I here? Why had I taken this body? What force had woven my existence into this world?
I did not belong.
And yet, I was here.
I was Arthur Nightingale.
And maybe—just maybe—that was enough.
I needed to move forward, to stop looking over my shoulder at the life I had left behind. Because Emma…
Emma would have wanted me to.
