That night, Kael dreamt again.
A sea of fire. Worlds breaking apart. A man with a mustache strangling a hero mid-air. Another, golden-haired and glowing, screamed as lightning exploded around him. A third—draped in red and blue—flew through a sun with eyes like Kael's.
He woke in a cold sweat.
Later, Miss Martian attempted to read his mind during a calm moment. She recoiled almost immediately.
"There's… more than one presence," she whispered. "Not memories. Instincts. Legacy. Rage."
Kael locked eyes with her. "Am I a monster?"
She shook her head. "You're something we've never seen."
And something out there was waking up because of him.