[He sent his forces without knowing that the new Passing Realm had borders of its own—borders that connected to other realms. One of them was mine... the place where my mate and I came from.]
The vision changed again.
It was one of the tours Clyde had taken while inspecting the first outposts established along the borders between the golden and black regions. Representatives from Hawk Tech and the Hawk Family had been invited to accompany him.
But Gabriel had brought Arman instead.
Arman looked much as he had always appeared back then—frail, pale, and sickly, almost as though the slightest exertion might break him.
[We did not want transgressors and invaders in our backyard. But we did not possess enough power to wage an open war against your mate, either. So... we had no other choice.]
Arman eventually strayed away from the entourage and wandered into the black region alone, where the dense jungle quickly swallowed the sight of the outpost behind him.
