The night stretched endless before them, the ruins of the Hollow Seat fading into the distance as Reinhardt and Selene moved through the barren landscape.
Neither spoke for a long time. The weight of what had just happened was too great.
The Keepers of the Chain had let them go—for now. But that didn't mean they were safe.
Selene finally broke the silence. "We need allies."
Reinhardt exhaled, his fingers flexing around his sword. "Who would stand against the Keepers?"
Her gaze flickered. "Not many. But not everyone accepts the way things are. Some would rather see the old laws broken than continue living under them."
Reinhardt frowned. "The Order?"
Selene scoffed. "They're nothing more than lapdogs enforcing a lesser truth. I mean people who understand the real power at play."
A cold wind swept through the air, carrying whispers Reinhardt couldn't quite place. Something in Selene's voice unsettled him.
"Do you already know who to find?" he asked.
She turned to him, a knowing smirk playing at her lips. "I might."
Reinhardt studied her carefully. Selene had never truly revealed all her cards. And something told him that whatever came next…
Would change everything.