When Kael departed with Veyna, Senn remained in the clearing. Alone now, with the box at his side. The prosthetic gleamed in the fading sun.
Memories returned—vivid, unwelcome.
A scorched field. Screams. Riel, his sister, consumed by corrupted crestlight. She had looked at him like she still remembered him. Like she wanted him to stop her.
He did.
Blade to heart. A single, fatal thrust.
Then the blast tore through the air—and his arm—leaving behind silence and guilt.
And Veyna… Veyna had been there, watching it all unfold.
Senn reached for the box.
His fingers hovered.
Not yet.
But maybe soon.