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The rift pulsed in the distance, a jagged wound in reality, leaking a light that wasn’t quite fire, wasn’t quite shadow.
“Kai?” Lloyd called from behind, his voice echoing off the blackened cliffs. “You’re staring again.”
Kai blinked. The scent of ash and rust clung to the wind. His hand had drifted to his side, fingers curling in a reflex he hadn’t felt in months. The landscape wasn’t just familiar — it was home, in the worst possible way.
“I’m fine,” he said automatically, voice too even. “Just... déjà vu.”
Cole frowned. “Déjà vu? Dude, it looks like the inside of a furnace built by nightmares.”
Kai forced a laugh, though it felt brittle. “Guess that’s my kind of place then.”
The others chuckled, the tension fading. Except for Nya. His sister watched him carefully, eyes narrowing just slightly. She’d seen him like this before, back when he came back from the Merge, quiet, colder around the edges, as if fire itself could burn inward.
The mission was simple: find the source of the new energy surge, close the rift, and get out.
But simple missions never stayed that way.
And the Land of Monsters didn’t forget.
They moved fast through the ashen woods, following Lloyd’s lead. The ground crackled underfoot, bones of creatures long gone, turned to crystal by the realm’s strange energy.
Kai led the rear, scanning the shadows automatically. Every sound was familiar. Every rustle made his heart stutter with recognition.
He didn’t tell them about the paths he avoided, or the trees that bled if you cut them, or the cries that weren’t really cries. He just made small detours, keeping the group safe without a word.
After the third one, Jay finally noticed.
“Okay, wait,” Jay said, halting. “Why are we going around this ridge? The scanner says the shortest path is straight through.”
Kai didn’t look back. “Trust me. You don’t want to see what’s in there.”
“What’s in there?”
“Nothing good.”
Lloyd stepped up beside him. “Kai… how do you know that?”
The fire ninja froze. The truth burned on his tongue, but he swallowed it back. “Lucky guess.”
Zane tilted his head, quiet. “Statistical improbability: thirty-seven percent.”
Kai shot him a look. “Zane.”
The nindroid blinked once. “Understood.”
They walked on. But Lloyd kept glancing at him the same way Sensei Wu used to, when he could sense the weight someone carried and knew not to push too soon.