Smoke drifted across the battlefield like the mourning breath of gods. The ash that rained from the sky was no longer from the enemy’s fire, but from the remnants of celestial power scorched into the earth itself. The battle had ceased, not by surrender, not by negotiation—but by awe.
No one moved.
Not the vampires who had just moments ago fought with tooth and blade.
Not the witches who clutched their staffs and stared at the heavens.
Not even the enemy warlords, whose corrupted beasts now knelt in place, eyes dulled, spirits broken under the weight of what they had witnessed.
They had seen flame that could not be quenched.
Shadow that bent reality.
And balance that stilled even chaos.
And they had heard her name.
Seraphina.
Kara—no longer the Valkyrie concubine, the reluctant w
