A crimson hush fell over Crimson Ridge as the High Flame Queen stood atop the highest balcony of the obsidian palace. Elizabeth’s golden eyes swept across the horizon storm clouds brooding in the distance, a mirror to the turmoil rising within her chest.
The celebrations of the last battle's victory had faded. What lingered was the eerie silence left behind… and the sense that something was still unfinished.
Lucian approached, his scent grounding her like roots to the soil. “We haven’t seen the last of it, have we?”
She shook her head slowly. “No. The Forgotten God was sealed, not destroyed. And the cracks in the Veil are still spreading.”
Below, the twins sparred with Jaxon in the courtyard. Aria’s golden magic shimmered like sunlight, while Liam’s silver aura pulsed with rhythmic pow
