The city held its breath.
The possessed stood frozen in eerie silence, their glowing eyes fixed on the palace, their bodies rigid as if suspended by invisible strings. The only thing moving was the sky above them—the crackling rift Zenia had torn open, swirling with golden fire and black shadow, bending the heavens to her will.
And at the center of it all, Zenia floated above them like a goddess of death.
Caroline felt the weight of her sister’s power pressing against her skin, a force so suffocating that the air itself seemed to tremble. This was different from before. Zenia had always been dangerous, but now…
Now she was something else.
"Are you ready to finish this?"
The words echoed in Caroline’s skull, vibrating through her bones, carrying a finality that sent a cold chill down
