ERON
The world looked different through triumvirate eyes. Colors were deeper, sounds more layered, and the energy signatures of beings around me glowed like bioluminescent creatures in the depths of an ocean.
Three as one. The ritual had worked beyond anything I could have imagined.
I flexed my hand, the cut on my palm already healed—a side effect of the bond. Daedillion's cold certainty and Aiko's fierce protectiveness flowed through me alongside my own determination. Our blood had mingled, our essences intertwined, our souls now connected on a level that made separation unthinkable.
The Crown of First Light hummed against my brow, its power amplified by the completion of the triumvirate bond. I could feel it connecting to aspects of my being I hadn't known existed—the fae magic from
