Seraphiel stood at the edge of the Divine Assembly, the shadows of sleeping gods at her back, the future unraveling before her.
She didn’t wait for permission.
With a sweep of her arm, the air split—not with violence, but reverence. A veil tore, revealing the threads of fate. Her wings beat once, sending petals of starlight scattering, and she stepped through the breach.
The realms bent to her urgency.
She passed through memories carved in light, over forgotten cities suspended in frozen dawn, across rivers that whispered names only angels once knew. Her presence scattered them all. Trees bowed. Spirits fled. Time itself flinched.
Because Seraphiel was no longer just a goddess.
She was a mother in search of her daughter.
And nothing, not even divine decree, would stop her.
She land
