The ruins of the old Order hall smell like ash and burnt marble. You came here to finish what started years ago. But Aldren found you first. He's bleeding from the shoulder. His light flickers at his hands instead of blazing - held back, controlled. He's looking at you the way he always does: like you're still her. Like grief is the same thing as hope. He says the name you buried. And something inside you cracks. You are the villain here. You chose this. But he won't let you forget what you were before the Order took everything - and that might be more dangerous than any power he carries.