LOGINEmber Frost’s POVMy existence felt detached from all of that, as though it belonged to a world that no longer had any meaning to me.Yet when I finally felt the urge to atone for my past mistakes, I was forced to confront a harsh truth: even divinity has its limits. I learned that a god could bind a soul or fashion a vessel for it, but the result was always the same—an empty shell that moved without ever truly living.Resurrection lay beyond even divine power. Through her mirror, the Goddess of Fate ensured that no one could defy the natural order of life and death.Still, as Malachar once explained, while gods could not bring the dead back to life, they could claim souls as their followers. That same authority extended even to those born of divine essence.A lineage existed to serve its creator. If I wished to restore my fallen comrades in any meaningful sense, there was only one path left.It was a path burdened by two significant obstacles.The first was the nature of what were k
Ember Frost’s POVChunks of flesh sloughed away from him, but no bones emerged beneath. What should have been a skeleton was instead filled with an endless, void-like darkness, as though something hollow and infinite lay where his body should have been. I couldn’t tell whether the supreme demon’s full-strength strike would be enough to end him during his regeneration phase, but one thing was clear—this was the most exposed he would ever be. His form was in complete ruin.Without a physical vessel to anchor his power, only two outcomes seemed likely. Either he would be forced to retreat back into Hell, or his true body would descend—and if that happened, the Stormsphire Mountains wouldn’t remain on any map afterward.I wasn’t in any better condition either—time was still against me. Even if I forced Lunaris around my body, it wouldn’t be enough to fully protect me. The blow I’d taken was on the same level as Malachar’s; nothing about it was lighter.My bones were cracked, my armor red
Ember Frost’s POVI had already gone through the agony of being reborn once before. That kind of pain was only physical—raw, brutal, but survivable. There was no reason to run from it.This time would be different. Lunaris would bend to my will.Whatever ease remained in Malachar's expression disappeared. His eyes hardened as he abandoned any pretense of restraint. The air around him seemed to tighten. A heartbeat later, he was moving toward me.Good. So he finally understood—this wasn't something he could dismiss anymore. I wasn't just resisting him. I was a threat."You really are nothing but a wild beast—completely beyond control."His face contorted. A sharp, unsteady laugh escaped him, and for a moment he looked dangerously close to losing control."Why won't any of you just listen and obey!"The corrupt force surged through me like a river current, driving the pain to its limit. My legs nearly gave out beneath me. Still, I forced myself to stay upright, clenching my jaw as I swa
Ember Frost’s POVShe slipped her arm through mine for a moment before letting go and taking a step back. Even then, I was still aware of her standing nearby."I'm scared," I admitted, my voice shaking. I swallowed hard, but the tears came anyway. "I don't understand why all of this keeps happening to me. I don't know what I'm supposed to do next."She stayed quiet while I spoke. When I finished, she took a moment before answering."Maybe you don't have to figure everything out right now," she said. "Most people don't. We spend so much time trying to understand why things happen, but sometimes there isn't an answer waiting for us straight away."She glanced down briefly before looking back at me."I know it feels overwhelming now," she said. "But feeling lost doesn't mean you'll always feel this way. A lot can change before you realize it."I was quiet for a moment before asking, "So what do we find in the end? Something good? Or something bad?"She thought about that."I don't think
Ember Frost’s POVA snowflake drifted down and landed on Eira's cheek. It stayed there.I waited for it to melt, but it didn't.Eira didn't move. Not a breath, not a twitch.I looked at her face, then at her chest, waiting for some sign of life.There was nothing.Eira was dead.No.I looked at her again.Eira was dead.I stared down at her, waiting for something to change. For her chest to rise. For her eyes to open. For someone to tell me I'd gotten it wrong.Nothing happened.I was still holding her, but the cold biting at my skin barely registered.How had it come to this?When?Or had she been slipping away long before I noticed?Snow kept falling.It gathered on the bodies scattered across the battlefield, softening their outlines until they blurred into the white. Every gust of wind covered a little more of them.I looked down at Eira.A few snowflakes had settled in her hair.A bitter wind swept across the battlefield.I blinked.The presence around me was gone.The voices tha
Ember Frost’s POVThe shift on the battlefield was instant.Medina broke away from Malachar without a second thought.One moment she was holding him back, and the next she was beside us, already focused on Eira.But whatever she saw made her expression tighten.That alone told me enough.“Enough of your theatrics,” Medina snapped, turning her glare back to Malachar. The air around her shivered under the pressure of her restrained force. “Call it off. Now. She’s not going to survive this if you keep pushing it.”Malachar didn’t react.Not even a blink.He just stood there, calm in a way that didn’t fit the moment, watching as if everything unfolding in front of him was already decided long ago.“Nothing is going to happen to her,” he said evenly. “That’s normal.”A brief pause followed, like he wasn’t in any rush to finish the thought.“Flesh decays. The soul endures—far beyond what you think can be destroyed.” Medina’s expression darkened.“Don’t talk in riddles,” she said coldly. “E
Ember Frost’s POVI rested inside the shell, stiff and icy, my body drawn inward like an unborn child sheltered in darkness. There was no fear left in me, only stillness. My heartbeat was slow and steady, my breathing shallow and even. If someone had seen my face, they would have found no pain ther
Ember Frost’s POV“My sweet girl… my heart,” my mother murmured as she pulled me into her arms, holding me so tightly it felt like she was afraid she might lose me. “What you just said hurts me more than anything. Why would you think of yourself that way?”My father let out a soft sigh, his voice s
Ember Frost’s POVHer explanation matched what little I could still remember, almost too closely. That alone made me feel relieved. At least my head was clear now, clear enough to feel fear at what I might’ve become back then. If greed and hunger had fully swallowed me, if I’d lost myself for just
Ember Frost’s POVI shook my head slowly. The accident wasn’t Mira’s fault. It wasn’t the werewolf elders’, either. Everything they had done was meant to protect me. I wasn’t heartless enough to turn around and blame the very people who were trying to keep me alive.My mother’s smile warmed a littl







