They sleep apart-but dream the same dream. A cathedral in ruins. Fire that burns without pain. Two souls bound by something ancient and alive. When Frost and Nikita close their eyes, the world beneath the world awakens-a place where moonlight bleeds through shattered glass and fire circles without consuming. In their dreams, they stand back-to-back, hearts synchronized, drawn together by a power neither can name. Each night, the vision returns. Each time, it grows stronger. When they awaken, their marks still pulse with heat, their hearts still race with a memory that doesn't belong to this lifetime. The fire whispers their names-and something beyond them whispers back. The Saints feel the shift. The music changes. The darkness begins to move. As shadows rise and old enemies stir, Frost and Nikita are pulled deeper into a destiny written long before they ever met. The past they've forgotten is calling them home, and the world they've built is starting to unravel. They were never just bandmates. Never just human. They are part of something eternal. And the moment their dreams collide...the veil between light and shadow will burn. This isn't a dream. It's the beginning. And the darkness is rising.