Thronebreaker: The One Who Devours Names

There was no road.

Only memory pretending to be one.

After the Remnant's death, the Threadrift warped. The glass garden dissolved into ash. The sky fractured into lines. With each step forward, Raen felt like he was walking into the spine of a forgotten god.

Ashveil said nothing. But his body tensed with every pulse of the place.

Solace, for once, slept. Curled beneath Raen's collar, twitching with dreams.

Keir had grown quieter too. The usual sarcasm was there—but wrapped in uncertainty, like he could feel it too: something was coming.

Something that had Raen's scent.

"We're getting close, aren't we?" Keir finally asked.

Raen nodded. "Close to what?"

Raen's hand tightened around his blade.

"To why I came back."