The Vampire Kingdom had not known peace for decades, but in the quiet chambers of the western wing—where sunlight was forever filtered through coloured crystal glass and the halls whispered with sacred magic—there was, at last, a moment of calm.
Anaxia lay on a silken bed, the fine fabric draped around her frame doing little to mask how frail she had become. Her core, once radiant with magic, had been cracked beyond healing. Her veins held only fragments of what had once flowed like divine power. And yet, her spirit endured.
She had escaped Oxyna.
She had survived the Elementals.
And now, she was back where she belonged—by her daughter’s side.
The chamber door opened slowly, and Seraphina stepped inside.
No longer the girl who once bore the name Kara, Seraphina now carried herself li
