Gniftys Vision

He sees a massive castle surrounded by swamplands and then zooms in to 

a cold stone slab. On it, a small body — not quite a person. Just moss, tangled roots, half-formed limbs. Still. Silent.

A surge of magic arcs through the room. Shadows howl in glee. The moss twitches. A finger curls. Eyes snap open. From deathless stillness, something… becomes.

Gnifty sees himself — born not crying, but glowing, gasping into life while necromantic scientists cheer around him like madmen at a miracle.

The vision shifts. He’s older now, leaving Veloria. A low beam — a stumble — a sharp crack. Blood drips to the cobblestones.

He wipes it, unbothered, and walks on.

Behind him, a small kitten licks the blood. It shudders. Time surges forward. Its paws grow longer. Its eyes burn brighter. A flick of the tail, a stretch of the limbs.

The kitten becomes Halo.