The wind moved through the ruined street like a whisper of judgment.
Seraphine still felt the echo of his memories clawing at the edges of her mind.
A battlefield filled with immortal corpses.
Mountains of power shattered like glass.
And him… standing alone at the center of extinction.
She had faced monsters before.
Ancients.
Gods.
Even the darkness that had nearly destroyed the moon itself.
But this…
This was different.
He hadn’t just won a war.
He had ended an entire race.
Seraphine finally spoke.
“You said the immortals couldn’t kill you.”
“Yes.”
“Then why are you only appearing now?”
He didn’t answer right away.
Instead, he walked toward the edge of the destroyed street, stepping over cracked concrete and broken glass like none of it mattered.
The fractured moon glow
