The air inside the Osyrian council chamber felt too still — like the planet itself was waiting.
Aamir turned toward Atherion, whose four violet eyes gleamed with unease.
"You're right," Aamir said quietly, his voice calm but resolved. "But I can't go back now. I've come too far. If I don't stop it here, no one will. I have to save them."
He turned to Seenu and Kunal. "Shall we go?"
Seenu smiled faintly. "You know I was waiting for you to say that."
Kunal nodded, his tone serious but eyes glinting. "Then let's end this."
Atherion opened his mouth as if to protest, but Aamir was already walking out. The others followed.
The Wasteland of the Dome
The landscape stretched endless — black, barren, and broken. There were no mountains, no trees, not even a breeze. Just a single massive dome, rising like a metal wound from the planet's surface.
