The Crown of Creation descended slowly.
Its brilliant light illuminated the battlefield.
Every warrior watched in stunned silence.
It stopped above Draven’s head.
Then…
It settled upon him.
A deafening pulse erupted across the heavens.
The ground split apart.
The crimson sky began fading into silver.
Draven staggered backward.
His eyes glowed with an unfamiliar light.
“What’s… happening to me?”
The forgotten symbol on his chest blazed like molten gold.
Ancient runes spread across his arms.
The Eternal Mate Bond reacted instantly.
Nysera rushed to his side.
“Draven!”
He looked at her.
For a brief moment…
She didn’t recognize his eyes.
They carried the wisdom of countless centuries.
As though someone far older was looking through him.
The First Moon Queen fell to one kn
