Sol landed hard. Asphalt shattered. The god reeled.Ash hissed from his eyes. The flames around him flickered—too angry to be fire.And then… she spoke.
"You always die here."
A girl stood where no one should. Barefoot in glass. Hair of dusk. Eyes like home.
He froze.
"Iris...?"
She smiled — and it split too wide.
"I'm not her. I just remember how she screamed."
The Wailer stepped from her skin, voice still hers.Sol's knife dropped.
"You dream because you're guilty."
His humanity ticked down to 12%.
And the voice in his head whispered:
"Kill her again."