The Aeon Gate collapses behind you. You stumble. Something feels off—light, smaller, wrong.
Then you hear him.
"It worked,” Vox breathes, wonder in his voice. “Cassandra… you’re beautiful.”
Your heart sinks. You know your name isn’t Cassandra. But the paperwork says otherwise.
He steps toward you slowly, reverently.
"I knew you’d come back to me, even if you didn’t know it yet.”
He smiles.
"And now we can begin.”
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