The sky above Oxyna was as radiant as ever, painted in golden hues, untainted by the conflicts of the mortal world. This was a realm untouched by ruin, governed by beings of immense power who dictated the balance of existence itself.
And yet, within the Celestial Spire, the air was suffocating with tension.
Anaxia stood before the High Elementals, her posture rigid, her fists clenched at her sides. The familiar weight of oppression pressed down on her shoulders, a burden she had carried for over twelve years. She had once been a woman of power, a guardian of secrets—but not here.
Here, she was a prisoner, tolerated but never truly accepted.
Her voice, when she spoke, was steady despite the unspoken threat in the air. "The time has come. We must bring Kara here, or the
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