The winds howled through the celestial plains of Oxyna, carrying with them whispers of fate long sealed. The realm, untouched by mortal corruption, gleamed under an endless golden sky, its rivers of light flowing through valleys where no shadow could exist. But for Anaxia, there was no comfort in its beauty.
She stood at the edge of a great precipice, staring at the portal that would take her back to the mortal world. Twelve years. That was how long it had been since she had last held her daughter since she had last seen the fire in Kara’s eyes.
And now, she was being sent to bring her back.
No—to drag her back.
Because this was not a mission of love or reunion. This was an order.
And if Kara refused…
The Elementals would take matters into their own hands.
The thought tightened like
