Damsul hesitated—just a fraction of a second.

  Rezok noticed.

  “You fear something,” Rezok said calmly.

  Damsul swallowed. “If… if the boy breaks time again—”

  Rezok’s grip tightened.

  “Then Heaven will fall on him like a blade,” Rezok said. “And I will see whether the universe bleeds.”

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  Damsul bowed deeply. “I will not fail you, sire.”

  Rezok released him.

  As Damsul vanished into shadow, Rezok turned toward another vision—one he hadn’t shown.

  A golden orb beneath the dojo.

  A yellow dragonborn standing alone at night.

  Rezok’s expression softened—not with mercy, but recognition.

  “Last of your kind,” he murmured. “You guard them so fiercely.”

  His eyes darkened.

  “Let’s see what you choose when guarding one means losing another.”