Chapter 37
The transformation was absolute. The weary, poisoned girl who had collapsed in the doorway was gone, replaced by a being of radiant, terrifying majesty. Aria’s form was wreathed in an incandescent aura of white-gold light, so brilliant it forced Kael to shield his eyes. Her own eyes were no longer silver, but blazing suns of pure energy, holding a power that felt as ancient and fundamental as Malakor’s darkness. The last, desperate gift from her mother had awakened, not just to preserve her, but to scour her clean, burning away the shadow, the balance, and even her own mortal fragility, leaving only a vessel of pure, righteous light. Malakor, the self-proclaimed god of shadow, recoiled, a hiss of disbelief and primal fear escaping his chorus of voices. His void-like form, which had seemed
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