Elizabeth floated in a space that wasn’t space.
No sky, no ground. Just light. Just warmth and nd her.
The woman of stars stood before her, cloaked in constellations, her voice like snow falling on fire. “You have inherited more than power, Elizabeth Stormborn. You carry the memory of the First Flame.”
Elizabeth blinked. “What am I becoming?”
“Not something new. Something remembered. You are the echo of what was lost. The final hope. The Flame Queen reborn.”
“But I’m just...”
“You are never just anything. You are fire-made flesh. And the end draws near. The Forgotten God stirs fully now.”
Elizabeth’s heart tightened. “Then we don’t have much time.”
“No. But you now wield the Flame of Eternity. When the last darkness falls… you will be the light that endures.”
She awoke to the soun
