Aether had honestly believed he could use the memories of that woman—Starla—to reach her, to stir something deep enough to stop her from fighting. But instead… it completely backfired.
You can't understand someone's heart just by seeing their memories.
That was the cold, bitter truth.
And now?
Now Starla wasn't just defending. She was attacking—relentlessly—with the clear intent to kill.
She leapt into the air again, her massive sword smashing into the ground like a hammer from the heavens, sending chunks of stone and soil flying. Aether barely rolled away in time, dirt brushing past his cheek as the blade crushed the spot where he'd just stood.
He could keep dodging her forever if he wanted. His speed was more than enough.
But the problem wasn't her.
The real problem… was Nyx.
