Chapter 15 - The Weight of a Crown
The stars didn't disappear.
They gathered.
One by one, the countless lights surrounding Fin drifted toward her like falling snow. They circled around her body in slow, graceful spirals, each one carrying a faint whisper.
Not words.
Memories.
Laughter.
Promises.
Hope.
When the final star touched the Crownblade, the sword transformed.
The silver blade became brighter, its sapphire core splitting into seven glowing fragments before merging once more. New constellations spread across the steel, pulsing like a living heartbeat.
Fin stared at the weapon in amazement.
"It changed..."
Lyra smiled.
"No."
"It remembered."
The First Queen walked toward her.
"There is something every Starborn must understand."
Fin listened carefully.
"The Crownblad
