Kael's hand touched the mirror, and the world shifted. A dream-like vision filled his mind.
He saw himself in a battlefield, blood staining his hands. A voice—his brother's voice—screamed at him.
"I never wanted this! You—you chose to bring it back."
Kael fell to his knees, clutching his head. The pain was unbearable. And then, the vision disappeared, leaving him gasping for air.
"I'm not ready for this," he whispered.
Elara stepped forward. "No one is. But we don't have a choice."