Elior remained frozen, the woman's words echoing in his ears.
Young Master Kaelith.
She looked up, her expression reverent yet wary, as if afraid he might shatter at any moment.
Her silver armor gleamed under the floating crystal lights, and an insignia—two intersecting stars—marked her chestplate.
"I'm Sirenya," she said, rising to her feet.
"Your personal guardian, by decree of Lord Kaelith himself."
"Lord Kaelith?" Elior asked, his voice hoarse.
"Your father," she replied, eyes softening.
"You… were unconscious for two weeks after the ambush."
Elior's mind whirled.
None of this made sense.
Ambush? Father? Guardian?
Reincarnation?The idea felt insane, but it was the only thing that explained everything.
He turned back to the mirror, studying the unfamiliar features again.
"Who… was I before?"
Sirenya hesitated.
"You are Elior Kaelith, sole heir of House Kaelith. Son of High Lord Valen.
Scion of the Starforged Line."
She said it like it was obvious.
Like he should know what any of it meant.
"Right," Elior muttered.
"And where exactly… am I?"
Her brow furrowed.
"You're in the capital city of Auridon, within the Human Dominion of Vel'Thara. Don't you remember?"
He shook his head slowly. "Not much."
Sirenya studied him, then offered a small nod.
"You've been through a trauma.
Memories may return in time. But we must proceed carefully—the Council is already restless
With your father at the front lines and your condition uncertain, the vultures have started to circle."
Elior frowned.
"Front lines of what?"
"The war, of course," she said quietly.
"Against the Dreylith."
There it was again—that name.
It sparked something cold and primal deep inside him, though he didn't know why.
Sirenya moved to a nearby wall and tapped her palm against a smooth obsidian panel.
It shimmered and revealed a glowing map of the continent—cities, fortresses, red zones that pulsed with warning.
"The Dreylith struck our outer colonies last month," she said.
"You were attacked during a diplomatic envoy.
Some say it was a Dreylith sleeper agent."
"Others?"
Elior asked.
Sirenya met his eyes.
"Others believe it was an inside job."
Of course it was.
Betrayal, again.
Different world, same poison.
"Get me dressed," Elior said, straightening his shoulders.
"And take me to whoever thinks they run this place now."
Sirenya blinked, surprised by the sudden shift in his tone.
He wasn't the same Elior Kaelith they remembered.
He was something… new.
And the Dominion had no idea what was coming.