The stars had shifted.
Across the continent, seers wept in their sleep. Birds flew in erratic patterns. Mountains whispered songs that hadn’t been sung since the First Flame. Something had awakened and the world knew it, even if it could not speak its name.
Aria and Liam Stormborn were no longer just children of prophecy.
They were prophecy made flesh.
But even as the people celebrated their ascension, one soul stirred in silence and shadow, wrapped in chains of memory and hatred.
Selene Stormborn had returned.
The Broken Mirror
Selene stood before a shard of obsidian, her reflection cracked and twisted.
Her golden hair was burned away during the god's fury. Her eyes no longer matched. One shimmered void-black, the other still carried the ember of her old life.
A mocking reminder
