The gates of Toradol stood open, scarred and blackened.

  Sunlight spilled through them now, thin and cautious, catching on broken stone and bent iron where the siege had pressed hardest. Soldiers moved in quiet lines, hauling debris, resetting barricades. Civilians lingered at a distance, watching their city breathe again.

  Sei leaned against the inner wall near the rampart stairs, arms folded, exhaustion settling in deep and heavy.

  Eva stood a short distance away, speaking in low tones with one of her unit. She glanced back at Sei once, just to make sure he was still there, then nodded and continued on.

  For the first time in a while, no one was asking anything of him.

  He let his head fall back against the stone.

  “So this is the part where everything’s supposed to feel worth it,” he murmured.

  “You’ll be waiting a long time for that.”

  Sei startled slightly and turned.

  A man stood nearby, just beyond the shadow of the gate tower. No armor. No escort. His cloak was plain, his hood lowered—not dramatically, just… naturally. Morning light rested on his face without ceremony.

  Human. Older. Lines etched deep from years of worry rather than ease.

  Sei didn’t recognize him.

  But the voice—

  His breath caught.

  “…So that’s you,” Sei said quietly, more to himself than aloud.

  The man smiled faintly. “That’s usually the reaction.”

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  He stepped closer, stopping well short of crowding him. Eye level. Deliberate.

  “My name is Brannic Vale,” he said. “You’ve heard me speak before. Just… not like this.”

  “Yeah,” Sei said. “You sound less terrifying without the echo.”

  A soft huff of amusement. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  They stood together for a moment, watching the city stir. Brannic rested his hands on the stone railing, gaze distant.

  “I oversee civic affairs,” Brannic said. “Which mostly means I count what’s broken and listen to people tell me what they’ve lost.”

  Sei followed his gaze.

  “I saw them,” Sei said. “The people fixing things. Like if they stop moving, it’ll all fall apart again.”

  Brannic nodded. “That’s exactly it.”

  A cart passed below them, stacked with cracked timbers. A woman walked beside it, guiding a child with one hand, the other clenched tight around nothing at all.

  “They’ll rebuild,” Brannic said. “They always do. But rebuilding doesn’t erase what it cost.”

  Sei swallowed.

  “I’m not here to thank you,” Brannic continued. “And I’m not here to ask you for anything.”

  That got Sei’s attention.

  “I just wanted you to see a face,” Brannic said. “So the next time voices rise in shadowed rooms, you remember that some of us think about streets like this.”

  He turned then, meeting Sei’s eyes fully.

  “You weren’t summoned to save Toradol,” he said quietly. “You were summoned because we were afraid of what would happen if no one did.”

  Sei laughed once under his breath. “That’s… not comforting.”

  “No,” Brannic agreed. “But it’s honest.”

  He gestured toward the city beyond the gate.

  “When you walk among them,” he said, “keep doing it. Don’t let us turn this place into a concept for you. Remember faces. Names, if you can.”

  A pause.

  “That’s how you help without becoming something else.”

  Eva approached then, boots crunching softly against gravel. She stopped beside Sei, eyes flicking briefly to Brannic, reading him in a heartbeat.

  Brannic inclined his head to her. Respectful. Equal.

  “Captain,” he said.

  “Councilor,” Eva replied.

  Brannic pulled his hood back up—not to hide, but because the moment had passed.

  “I should go,” he said. Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, “For what it’s worth… some of us are glad you’re here.”

  Sei looked at him.

  “Not because of what you might become,” Brannic finished. “But because you still hesitate.”

  Then he turned and disappeared into the flow of the city.

  Sei exhaled slowly.

  Eva watched him for a moment. “You okay?”

  “Yeah,” Sei said. “Just… putting voices where they belong.”

  He looked back out through the gate.

  For the first time since arriving in this world, the council wasn’t just shadows anymore.

  One of them had a face.