The vision did not fade.
Anastasia remained in the trance, watching with burning eyes as the Lady in White stood amidst the ashes of Luminaria. The light of her people had been extinguished, and silence had claimed the land where songs and laughter once danced on the wind.
She stood alone.
Alone with her sorrow.
Alone with her rage.
The sky above her was gray. Her once-luminous robes were soaked with blood, ash, and tears. Her immortal soul had been hollowed, her strength untouched—but her heart shattered.
Her people were gone.
Gone forever.
And something in her… broke.
She turned north.
Her eyes blazed with fury.
The whisper of Tenebrae echoed in her ears.
A whisper of death. Of betrayal. Of darkness unchecked.
She raised her hands, summoned a cloak of shadow and wind, and va
