"You're awake."
Jordan's voice was calm. Controlled.
But Adam could hear the weight behind it.
Adam's eyes opened slowly, a faint shimmer crossing his pupils like a glitch in the cosmos.
He turned his head lazily and met Jordan's gaze.
A low chuckle escaped his lips.
"You look different."
Jordan didn't answer. Just stood there. Stronger. Sharper. Something ancient now rested beneath his skin.
Adam stretched once, as if waking from a nap, then said casually,
"Let's go back. Time to clean up the trash. Your people… and the others who helped them."
No hesitation.
The sky around them cracked.
Colors reversed.
And reality bent like paper.
In an instant—
Earth returned.
Or what was left of it.
Dust.
Broken buildings.
Silhouettes of skeleton cities.
The wind howled, not with nature—but with memory.
Adam stood in midair, hands in his pockets.
Jordan was already gone.
He didn't need to be told twice.
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Adam exhaled softly.
"Let's see it," he muttered.
