The sky wept flame and ash.
The very fabric of the world trembled as the war with Chaos began—not on some distant battlefield, but here, in the sacred heart of the Moonlit Vale, where Seren lay collapsed upon the scorched ground, her scream piercing the veil between realms.
She was giving birth.
And Chaos had come for her child.
Kael’s hand gripped hers, slick with blood and sweat. His other arm still trembled from battle, from the fight with the Queen of Ruin’s spirits, now scattered to wind and memory. But the true terror was not behind them.
It was above them.
It was Her.
The Mother of Chaos towered beyond the veil of the sky, no longer hidden in shadow, no longer buried in myth. Her form was made of ruin—long, coiling limbs like smoke-wreathed bone, a face split into many, and e
