The sky didn’t just scream.
It ruptured.
A crack split the heavens, jagged and wide, bleeding a light that wasn’t light—too dark to be called day, too blistering to be called night. It was pure, raw chaos spilling into the world, and as it surged overhead, the air shifted. It grew heavier. Colder. Hungrier.
Seren clutched her belly as Kael stepped in front of her, his stance fierce, primal. Protective.
The monstrous figure in the sky—still wearing Seren’s face like a mockery of her soul—laughed. Not with joy, but with knowledge. With certainty. She didn’t need to fight. She had already won.
Seren’s fire still burned at her feet, a ring of glowing gold protecting her from the possessed, but it trembled now. As if the magic itself wasn’t sure it could withstand what was coming.
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