The air in the temple ruins was thick with tension, charged with magic that crackled like a storm waiting to break. The golden sky of the mortal world had begun to darken, heavy clouds rolling in from nowhere, as if the heavens themselves were watching what was about to unfold.
Kara stood at the centre of it all, her pulse steady, her golden eyes locked onto the two people who had shaped her existence.
Her parents.
Her betrayers.
"You want me to come with you?" she scoffed, arms crossed, her voice laced with venom. "After all these years?"
Anaxia’s expression was tight and painful, but Prima remained unreadable, his face like stone.
"Kara," her mother said softly, taking a small step forward. "You don’t understand—"
"No!" Kara snapped, her voice rising, a raw mixture of anger and hu
