The ship no longer existed in one single place. It was split across dimensions, each moment overlapping the next. Ethan could feel his consciousness tearing at the seams, caught between what was real and what was the nightmare Kaelen had left behind.
And yet, the voice persisted.
"Remember who you are."
The familiar sensation of the System flickered in his mind, but it was different now. He wasn't just Ethan Cross. He wasn't Kaelen Varros, either.
He was something in-between.
The voice was there again.
"You are neither bound by the throne, nor free of it. You are the answer to the riddle."
Ethan stumbled forward as the distorted dimensions around him began to warp once more. The true power of the throne was at the edge of his grasp. But it was no longer the crown of a king—it was a key.
A key to everything.