There before his throne, stood a figure impossible to mistake.
A woman.
No, not a mere woman. A towering giantess, her body sculpted to impossible perfection, every curve and line radiating allure. Her skin glowed faintly, as though the mortal plane itself strained to contain her presence. And she was bare, utterly naked, unashamed, a living embodiment of divine temptation.
Erik's hands trembled at his sides. His mind rebelled against what his eyes beheld, yet the truth was undeniable. He knew that face. That form. That essence.
Impossible.
She had ascended long ago. She was a goddess now, beyond the reach of mortal courts, beyond the confines of flesh and desire. Her presence belonged in the heavens, not here in his hall. And yet here she stood, radiant and terrible, as though she had stepped straight out of memory and into reality.
His lips parted soundlessly. The air felt heavy, thick with the same intoxicating scent that had lured him here.
