Seraphina’s POV
The mortal realm was always so delightfully dramatic.
I reclined on a throne of crystallized moonlight, watching the threads of fate shimmer and dance before me like a grand tapestry.
Each thread represented a life, a choice, a moment of potential. And oh, how beautifully tangled they were becoming.
My laughter echoed through the Veil…that space between worlds where beings like me existed, watching, waiting, occasionally meddling when the entertainment value was too good to resist.
“Mortals are so easy to fool,” I said to no one in particular, watching Marcus pace in the forest below, his conscience eating him alive. “A few cryptic warnings, and they practically write their own tragedies.”
The Veil shimmered around me, responding to my amusement.
This place had no
