The Blade of Eclipse hummed in Nysera’s hand.
Its silver-black edge glowed beneath the crimson light pouring through the cracks in the sanctuary ceiling. The air itself seemed to tremble as ancient power awakened inside the relic.
Across from her, Caelan smiled.
“So, you’ve claimed the second relic.”
He slowly lifted his own sword, its golden blade radiating a sinister aura.
“But a relic alone does not make a queen.”
Nysera tightened her grip.
“It doesn’t.”
“It gives me the strength to protect those I love.”
Caelan chuckled.
“Still so naïve.”
Without warning.
He vanished.
Nysera barely had time to react.
Clang!
Their swords collided, sending a wave of energy crashing through the sanctuary. Crystal pillars exploded into glittering fragments.
The force threw Nysera backward.
