登入The storm grew violent by the time they reached the northern walls.Snow crashed against the fortress like waves while thunder rolled across the mountains hard enough to shake stone beneath their feet. Wolves filled the battlements carrying silver forged weapons and expressions sharpened by dread.Nobody spoke loudly.Not when the High Council stood waiting beyond the gates.Freya stopped beside Eros overlooking the valley below.And for one terrible moment, she understood exactly why heaven frightened entire worlds.Five elder celestials stood at the center of the frozen battlefield beneath swirling storms. Their robes shimmered pale gold beneath the darkened sky while divine energy radiated from them strongly enough to warp the air itself.Ancient.Untouched.Merciless.Behind them stretched rows of celestial soldiers armed with glowing spears and silver blades.An army sent not for negotiation.For judgment.Freya felt every wolf along the walls tense beside her.God.Even immortal
Snow fell endlessly across the fortress the following morning.The mountains disappeared beneath white storms while icy wind screamed against stone walls hard enough to shake windows throughout the northern towers. Wolves moved quickly through the halls preparing for battle now without pretending otherwise.War was no longer possibility.It was coming.Freya stood inside the armory watching soldiers sharpen weapons beneath torchlight while unease crawled restlessly beneath her skin. The entire fortress carried the heavy silence that arrived before bloodshed. Even conversations sounded quieter today.Everyone knew heaven would return soon.And this time they would not ask politely.Freya exhaled slowly before reaching toward one of the blades resting against the table nearby. Cold metal brushed against her fingers.Immediately—Pain exploded violently through her hand.She gasped sharply stepping backward while divine light flashed beneath her skin for one terrifying second. The sword
Freya dreamed of heaven again.Not the beautiful version mortals imagined in stories.Not endless light or peace.She dreamed of marble halls cold enough to make loneliness feel sacred. Of silver doors taller than kingdoms. Of gods speaking softly while deciding the fate of people they no longer understood.And at the center of it all stood Lealla.Young.Divine.Trapped.Freya watched the memory unfold around her like smoke she could not escape.Lealla stood alone beneath the celestial court while elders surrounded her in silence. Their robes shimmered with divine power, faces untouched by emotion as though compassion itself belonged beneath them.“You weakened the seal.”The accusation echoed sharply through the hall.Lealla lowered her gaze quietly. “I know.”“Your attachment to the wolf king compromised celestial balance.”At those words, anger flickered faintly across Lealla’s face.Not because they insulted her.Because they reduced Eros to a mistake.“He is not the problem,” sh
The fortress did not sleep that night.Torches burned across every wall while wolves moved restlessly through the halls carrying weapons and whispered rumors in equal measure. Snowstorms battered the mountains harder after sunset, but even the weather felt quieter than the fear spreading through the fortress now.Heaven knew.Not just about Freya’s rebirth.About what she truly carried.And suddenly everyone looked at her differently.Freya noticed it immediately.Not fear exactly.But caution.Confusion.Curiosity wrapped carefully beneath respect.She hated it.The moment Selene vanished after delivering her warning, the atmosphere inside the fortress shifted into something painfully familiar. People stopped seeing only Freya.Now they saw possibility.Power.Something larger than human.God.It reminded her too much of heaven.Freya stood alone near the eastern corridor hours later staring through frost covered windows while distant thunder echoed across the mountains. Her reflecti
The next few days passed beneath tension sharp enough to cut through the entire fortress.Wolves trained longer. Guards doubled along the northern borders. Every messenger arriving from nearby territories carried the same warning.Celestial soldiers had not retreated far.They waited.Freya could feel it constantly now.Like heaven itself lingered just beyond the mountains watching her breathe.Still, life inside the fortress continued in strange fragments between fear and normalcy. Servants moved through halls carrying meals. Fires burned warmly against winter storms. Kaelan argued loudly with commanders every morning while pretending he wasn’t worried.And Eros stayed close.Always close.Not possessively.Never that.But like some part of him still feared waking up one morning and finding her gone again.Freya noticed every small thing now.The way his gaze searched rooms instinctively until landing on her.How he touched her whenever passing nearby as though reassuring himself she
The fortress remained tense long after Aethon disappeared into the storm.Wolves continued guarding the northern walls through the night while celestial presence lingered uneasily in the mountains like a threat waiting patiently beyond sight. Torches burned brighter across the courtyards. Soldiers spoke quieter. Everyone sensed something had changed.Heaven would return.Freya knew it.But strangely, fear no longer came from celestial armies or divine threats.It came from something far smaller.Something painfully human.She stood alone near the southern balcony later that night staring across endless snow covered cliffs while cold wind tangled through her hair. The mountains stretched silent beneath moonlight, beautiful enough to hurt.This balcony.God.Lealla used to stand here constantly.Waiting for Eros after battles.Watching storms roll through valleys while pretending she wasn’t worried sick every single time he left the fortress.Freya leaned against the stone railing slowl







