The moment they set foot on the island, I knew.
Their presence was like a flicker of candlelight in a dark room, fragile but unmistakable. Even through the dense, molten haze of my cocoon, I felt them—a disturbance in the threads of fate and reality around me. My psychic reach, dulled and strained as it was by the battle with Elyra and my subsequent hibernation, instinctively reached out. What I found was… amusing.
They were nothing.
Yet one among them caught my attention.
The human.
Not because of his strength—he had none. Not because of his skills—those were barely worth noting. It was something else, something I couldn't define. A faint thread of connection. The strands of fate that touched my existence brushed against his, binding us in a way I hadn't anticipated. His thoughts were loud, unguarded, and curious.
Why did he feel so familiar?