A Warning That Shouldn't Exist
The air was heavy.
Ethan's golden-shadow flames flickered against the rooftop, casting an eerie glow across the space between him and the Riftborn King.
His alternate self.
A version of him that had taken the Throne of the Betrayer.
A version of him that shouldn't exist.
Mia was still frozen from his last words.
"You died in my timeline."
Ethan's fists clenched. His golden eyes burned as he studied the Riftborn King's stance. Relaxed, confident, but controlled—like a predator that didn't need to show its claws.
"You said the rewrite has already started," Ethan said calmly. "Explain."
The Riftborn King exhaled, stepping forward slightly. His golden flames flickered differently. They weren't just golden—they had streaks of deep black.
"The Creator isn't just erasing history," he said. "He's altering reality at its core. And that includes you."
