The gods remember what she has forgotten. Fallon stands between what was and what will be—a healer reborn in a world still burning. Around her gather those she knows by instinct, not by name: warriors and kin bound by memory older than time itself. Their faces are familiar, their love undeniable, yet every glance cuts like deja vu. Her magic grows restless, shifting like a tide she cannot command. Dreams splinter the night—echoes of another life, another war— and she wakes with the taste of eternity on her tongue. The world trembles once more beneath rising black spires, and nations strain toward the edge of open conflict. As darkness spreads across Ecaroth, Fallon must master the power that undoes her—or risk repeating the shattering that came before. Because what has been sundered will not remain so forever.