The Elemental Citadel was in turmoil.
The once-harmonious sanctuary, perched above the skies of Oxyna, now pulsed with restless energy. Magic crackled in the air, unsettled by the rage and desperation of those who ruled it. The council chamber, usually a place of quiet meditation and deliberation, had become a war room filled with sharp voices and clashing opinions.
Aetheris stood at the center, his robes flowing like liquid silver, his usually calm eyes dark with fury. The air around him hummed with raw energy, pulsing with his anger. Across from him, Kaelira, Elder of Fire, paced like a caged beast, her golden hair flickering at the ends like embers.
“She’s pregnant,” Kaelira spat, her voice thick with disdain. “Not just with a child—but with children.”
The word carried weight, heavi
