THE HEART OF OBLIVION
The molten chamber no longer resembled a battlefield — it had become a collapsing universe.
The walls rippled like living magma, veins of fire pulsing outward from the cracked core. Fractures spread upward, each one carrying the echo of a dying world. The lattice Lyra held together flickered as if it were losing faith in its own structure. Heat distorted the air, bending reality into warped silhouettes.
Every breath tasted like ash and endings.
Kael stood at the center, chest heaving, amber eyes burning with exhaustion and defiance. The scars across his wolf form glowed faintly, tracing the marks left by the Alpha Curse — lines that had once enslaved him but now pulsed with something different.
Not control.
Not submission.
Something awakening.
Nara steadied he
