At first it was doubt, but soon it turned to certainty: Adonis was Liam.
***
The descent into the Cold prison was silent.
"The subject's mental stability is fluctuating between thirty and forty percent, Master. The realization of your identity has created a cognitive dissonance that the system is struggling to map. He is currently trapped in a loop of his own memories from the 2030 event." Vexa reported, her voice devoid of its usual melodic warmth.
Adonis didn't break his stride. "Good. Let the loop run. I want his guilt to be the foundation of his new existence."
They reached the final gate, a massive slab of obsidian etched with anti-divine runes. With a casual wave of his hand, the stone groaned and slid into the ceiling. Inside, the cell was a void of damp stone and freezing silence.
Theodore was curled in the corner, his ruined golden armor pieces scattered across the floor like discarded scrap metal.
