The morning after Isabelle's transformation, Seraphina stood in the ruins of Blackwood Manor's ritual chamber, watching Helena coordinate the cleanup with Marcus and the recovery teams. Broken stone and twisted metal littered the floor where reality had briefly unraveled. The air still hummed with residual energy from the Final Convergence attempt.
"We need to secure the remaining artifacts," Helena said, her new silver-threaded eyes scanning the debris. "Some of these fragments still carry Progenitor resonance."
Seraphina nodded, but her attention kept drifting to the shattered mirror on the far wall. Her reflection looked different now—more radiant, more... complete. The eighth Moon Goddess Queen, forged not through sacrifice but through love. It should have felt like victory.
So why did she feel like something was still missing?
