I stood there, blinking as Andrus’ memories abruptly ended. The vivid landscapes of the werewolf lands vanished, and I found myself back in the ethereal space where I had started, a reminder that I was still inside Andrus’ mind, within his domain.
“What happened next?” I asked, unsettled by the abrupt halt in his memories.
“There’s nothing more to show. The rest is what they now call history,” Andrus replied, his voice calm but with an undercurrent of sadness.
“So… Calix died?” I asked, though the answer seemed clear.
“Yes,” he confirmed simply.
“What happened to you after that?”
“I continued on, as Calix had wanted,” Andrus said, but there was a certain weariness in his tone.
“Through Calix’s children,” I added matter-of-factly, realizing what he meant. Andrus nodded, his expressi
