The first thing I remember is the taste of copper—thick, warm, dripping down my throat as Helianze held the chalice to my lips. "Drink," he murmured, eyes glowing like dying stars. "It will keep you strong for our child." Around us, the walls pulsed with veins of black light, feeding off the screams trapped in crystal urns. I didn’t understand then that those were the hearts of the Gold Immortals, ripped out just to sustain me. Now, standing before the obsidian mirror, I see her—Yunyao—kneeling in ceremonial silk, tears streaming as Helianze touches her cheek with tenderness I’ve never seen him give me. "You’re safe now," he whispers. "I’ve waited for you."\n\nMy hands tremble. Is she me? Am I her? Or am I just what was left behind? The guards close in, ordered to 'prepare the donor.' I back toward the portal chamber. One step forward, and I jump into the Void Between Worlds. One step right, and I free Yunyao—but risk awakening something older than Helianze. Or I stay… and finally demand the truth about how I really came back to life.