The graveyard was ash before we even arrived.
Obsidian shards fell like black snow. Screams echoed from beyond the veil of smoke. Ti twisted—the sa minute repeating over and over until we forced our way through.
Raegor stood at the center of it all.
He didn’t wear armor. Didn’t carry a blade.
He wore —my face, my voice, my pain.
"This is what you beco," he said. "When you choose love over control. Heart over power."
I didn’t argue.
I just stepped forward and burned.
Lilith flanked . Yuria struck from above. Valmira twisted the world’s rules with a flick of her hand. Seraphina raised frost against ash.
And Raegor scread for the first ti.
Not from pain.
But from the realization that we still believed.
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