Neo POV
The memories stopped.
Neo's eyes opened slowly, as if waking from a dream he hadn't asked to see.
His head felt heavy, his mind even heavier.
In front of him sat the Witch of Time.
She tried to maintain her composure, but the uneven rise and fall of her chest, the faint tremor in her hands, and the thin line of sweat running down her temple betrayed her exhaustion.
"That was the end," she said, her voice steady but carrying an edge of weariness. "I showed you quite a lot, even after your death, so you shouldn't complain that we stopped."
Neo didn't respond.
His thoughts were tangled and frayed, as if someone had torn apart the foundation of his life and left the pieces scattered in the dark.
'That was how Father treated me?'
The idea sat like a stone in his chest.
His whole life, he had endured betrayal after betrayal from different families of his.
He had survived because he believed one truth.
