Aiden’s POV"You Have No Idea What You've Unleashed."I can feel it. The very essence of reality twisting, bending, cracking under my will. I’ve done it. I’ve rewritten the world. The Architect’s rules no longer bind me. The boundaries of existence have shattered under the weight of my choice, and now… the universe shifts to accommodate my defiance.But the laughter comes first.Low, dark, taunting.The Architect."You have no idea what you’ve unleashed."His voice slithers through the void like something alive, seeping into the cracks of my mind. My heart slams against my ribs, but I don’t let the fear take hold. Not yet.I did what I had to. I did what he forced me to do.“Mila.”Her name leaves my lips in a whisper, half a prayer, half a plea.And then—the world breaks apart.The void shudders violently, rippling as time fractures, the air itself splitting open with the sound of a thousand screams. I stagger back as reality glitches. I see flashes—versions of myself blinking in and

Aiden’s POV“Mila, listen to me.”I step forward, ignoring the way the world trembles beneath me. The air crackles with raw energy, distorting in waves around her as if existence itself is struggling to contain what she has become.She doesn’t react.Not at first.She stands still, golden light pulsing from her skin, her expression unreadable. Her once-soft brown eyes are now twin suns, burning with the weight of the knowledge she has absorbed.But she’s still in there. She has to be.I refuse to believe otherwise.“This isn’t you,” I say again, my voice hoarse. “You are not the Architect.”Silence.No flicker of recognition. No shift in her gaze.Nothing.The golden light swirls around her like a storm barely contained.I swallow hard, my heart pounding against my ribs. “You’re Mila,” I insist. “You fought for us. You loved me.” I take another step forward, my breath shallow. “You still do.”Finally, she moves.But it’s not the reaction I was hoping for.Not even close.Mila’s head t

Aiden’s POVThe battlefield is a blur of motion and chaos. Metal clashes against metal, the cries of men rise in the air, and the earth itself trembles beneath our feet. My heart pounds in my chest, but it’s not the sound of war that fills my ears—it’s her voice, the memory of her.Mila...But she doesn’t hear me.I move through the chaos, cutting down enemies with each step, barely registering their faces. They're not who I'm here for. I don’t care about them. My focus is singular.Her.I don’t know how long I’ve been fighting. It feels like hours, days, lifetimes. My body aches, my muscles burn with exhaustion, but I keep moving, keep pushing forward.Every step I take is a battle against the suffocating weight of what I’m trying to do. I’m not here to fight a war. I’m here to fight for her.But as I push through the front lines, as the smoke and dust cloud my vision, I catch sight of her again.She stands on a hill at the center of the battlefield, her form glowing with that damnab

Aiden’s POVThe world around us is falling apart. The sky above cracks open, and the earth trembles beneath us, as though it can’t bear the weight of the power Mila’s been carrying. I feel the remnants of her golden glow still hanging in the air, but it’s flickering now, fading away like a dying star.Mila falls to her knees, her body trembling, the very ground beneath her cracking and warping with the raw, untamed energy leaking from her. She’s no longer the woman I knew. Not completely. But in this moment, as she crumbles before me, I see the person she used to be—the girl I once loved, the woman I still love, hidden deep within the shell of this godlike being she’s become.It’s all slipping away.I want to reach for her, to stop her from unraveling, but I can barely move. The blade she struck me with has left a gaping wound in my chest, and blood pools beneath me, staining the dirt. My heart beats slower now, each pulse weaker than the last. The pain is overwhelming, but it’s not w

Aiden’s POVI always believed that I could trust Kara Lynn.She was my ally, my confidant, the one who stood by my side through it all. From the moment I first met her, I felt a strange sense of camaraderie, a bond that formed effortlessly between us. She was like the steady hand, the calm in the storm.But that was before everything unraveled. Before I learned the truth about who she really was.The night had been calm—too calm, in fact. I had just finished reviewing a map of the battlefield, preparing for what I thought would be another routine skirmish. I needed to stay focused. Every ounce of my attention had to be on the mission.But as I turned to grab my jacket from the back of the chair, something caught my eye. A glint of silver on the floor, almost hidden beneath the shadow of the table.It was a letter.I picked it up, the familiar weight of the parchment unsettling. My name was scrawled across the front in handwriting that I knew all too well—Kara’s handwriting.I’d seen t