They called me a curse. A relic locked in the dark to be forgotten. But she touched the mirror—she woke me. Now I’m free. And she’s mine. Calla, the broken girl with fire still burning in her eyes. They used her. Hurt her. Branded her as nothing. I’ll show them what it means to take from me. I was forged in torment, born again in shadow. I don’t save people. I destroy what tries to break them. And I swear on every mark carved into my flesh— I will ruin this world before I let it take her again. Because they didn’t just hurt her. They made her kneel. Now I’ll make gods bleed. I’ll rip kingdoms down brick by brick. And when the smoke clears, the last thing they’ll see is me, on my knees before her— not in defeat, but in devotion. Because she’s not just mine to protect. She’s mine to worship. And to avenge.