They had watched the recordings of the recent battle against Sevrak. In their minds, Silverlight's attacks still appeared as silver pillars shooting toward the sky, strikes powerful enough to erase a city, images that lingered like nightmares born of both fear and awe.
On Earth, Marcus and Vivienne had always been seen as influential and highly respected. Yet, as they watched this man—a living weapon, a ruler, a legend in his own right—bow his head toward Marielle, who had been nothing more than a worker in an orphanage until recently, their sense of importance suddenly felt thin and fragile, almost laughable.
A single scene was enough to redraw the map of who truly mattered.
They shifted their gazes from Zephan to Adyr, and understanding clicked into place with painful clarity.
A son who can make the world bow to his mother, Vivienne thought, feeling an unexpected warmth rise in her chest, something between pride and humility.
