The pod hissed open with a pulse of white light, releasing waves of energy that made the entire underground chamber tremble.
The walls reverberated as loose stones tumbled from the ceiling, caught in the cascading flashes that seemed to slice through shadow and silence.
From within the shimmering mist, a figure stepped out—slow, deliberate, graceful.
Her glowing blue eyes flickered open for the first time. At that moment, Kellian and Draven both felt it—their very souls quivered beneath the sheer pressure radiating from her.
It wasn't just power; it was divinity forged from destruction, beauty shaped from the impossible and honed by some ancient will. Draven's mind struggled to comprehend her presence.
He thought he understood magic, but this was something else—a force as elegant as starlight, as remorseless as a void.
