The two halves of the Heart of Creation floated silently.
One stopped before Nysera.
The other before Draven.
Neither reached out.
Neither dared to touch it.
The Beginning itself held its breath.
The Creator stared at them.
Its ancient eyes reflected something they had not shown for countless ages.
Fear.
“No…”
“This should not be possible.”
“There can only be one bearer.”
Draven stepped beside Nysera.
“Then perhaps…”
“The world was never meant to depend on one person.”
The Heart pulsed.
The two halves began circling each other.
Silver and gold intertwined like two wolves running beneath the moon.
The Beginning responded.
Broken worlds began repairing themselves.
Dead forests bloomed again.
Dark oceans sparkled beneath newborn stars.
Nysera smiled.
“The Heart isn’t re
