MasukThe Creator fell to his knees.Nobody had ever seen him do that.Not when the First Law had been broken.Not when The Hunger had entered creation.Not even when Avaris had returned from the forgotten possibilities beyond the universe.But now, before the woman wearing the crown of silver branches, the being who had created the stars could barely lift his head.“My daughter…”The woman looked at him.There was no anger in her expression.Somehow, that made it worse.“You remember me now?”The Creator's lips trembled.“I never wanted to forget you.”She tilted her head.“But you did.”The silver plain trembled.Elyra stood trapped inside the circle of black light, watching the exchange. Across the void, Zevarion remained connected to her through their glowing bond.He called her name.“Elyra!”She looked toward him.“I'm okay!”“You are standing inside a circle of darkness!”“I'm aware!”“Then perhaps don't sound so calm!”Despite the danger, she almost smiled.“I learned from you!”“Th
“Don't trust him.”Lysera's warning continued to echo in Zevarion's mind.He looked at the Creator.Then at Firstborn.Both stood near the broken Heart, their expressions unreadable.Elyra noticed the change in Zevarion immediately.“What aren't you telling me?”He turned toward her.“I saw Lysera again.”“And?”“She warned me not to trust someone.”Elyra's fingers tightened around his hand.“Who?”“I don't know.”It was a lie.Not a complete one, but a lie all the same.He had seen Lysera's lips form the warning. He had also seen her eyes move toward the Creator.Yet something stopped him from speaking those words aloud.Perhaps it was fear.Perhaps it was the memory of Kael being forced to choose between the woman he loved and the world he had sworn to protect.Or perhaps Zevarion had learned that some truths needed to be understood before they could be spoken.Elyra studied him.“You're doing it again.”“Doing what?”“Trying to protect me by deciding what I should know.”He looked
“Kael.”The name echoed inside Zevarion's mind.He stepped backward.For a moment, the Heart Chamber disappeared.He saw a silver moon hanging above a ruined kingdom. Black rain fell across broken towers, and thousands of people stood silently beneath a sky without stars.At the center of the ruined kingdom stood a man.Tall.Broad-shouldered.With Zevarion's eyes.But not his face.The man wore dark armour engraved with silver symbols. A crescent-shaped mark burned across his throat, and a sword rested in his hand.Before him stood a woman with Elyra's face.Her hands were covered in blood.And between them lay a child wrapped in white cloth.The man looked at the woman.“I told you not to come back.”The woman shook her head.“You promised you would remember me.”“I remember you.”“Then why are you standing against me?”The man's expression broke.“Because if I stand beside you, I will destroy everything I was created to protect.”The woman approached him.“You were never created to
Darkness swallowed the Heart Chamber.For one terrifying moment, Elyra couldn't see Zevarion.She couldn't see Seraphine, the Creator, or anyone else.She couldn't even see her own hands.But she could feel one thing.Zevarion's fingers were wrapped around hers.“Elyra?”His voice came from somewhere close.“I'm here.”She squeezed his hand.“I can't see you.”“You don't need to.”His thumb brushed across her knuckles.“Just keep holding on to me.”She tried to smile, but fear tightened her throat.“I'm not planning to let go.”“Good.”His voice softened.“Because I'm not letting go either.”Then something moved in the darkness.A whisper slipped through the chamber.“Avaris.”Elyra froze.The name had come from her own mouth moments earlier. Yet hearing it spoken by something else made her feel as though she had opened a door she could never close.Another whisper followed.“Avaris.”The darkness trembled.And somewhere inside it, a man began to laugh.A silver spark appeared.Then a
The knocking stopped.Elyra stood completely still.Nobody spoke.Nobody dared to.Then it came again.Knock.This time, the sound came from directly beneath her feet.Zevarion immediately moved in front of her.“Stay behind me.”Elyra caught his arm.“No.”He looked back.“I don't know what's down there.”“Neither do I.”She stepped beside him.“But I'm not hiding behind you anymore.”A faint smile touched his lips.“Of course you aren't.”Victor looked toward the floor.“I would personally like to hide behind someone.”Damien sighed.“You're welcome to hide behind me.”Victor immediately moved beside him.“Thank you.”Father Benedict ignored them.His eyes were fixed on the floor.“That voice…”He whispered the words as though saying them too loudly might summon something.“I know it.”Elyra turned.“You do?”Father Benedict nodded slowly.“Years ago, when the old church records were stolen, I heard the same voice.”Zevarion's expression hardened.“You never told me.”“I didn't know
The golden eye remained open.Nobody moved.Nobody even breathed properly.Zevarion stared at the symbol in the Heart.Then he felt something beneath his collar.A sudden burn.He pulled his shirt slightly away from his throat.Elyra saw it.Her face changed.“Zevarion…”He looked down.A tiny black mark had appeared beneath his Moon Sigil.An eye.Perfectly formed.And it was moving.Not physically.But somehow, it felt as though it was looking back at him.Elyra grabbed his wrist.“Does it hurt?”“A little.”“Let me see.”She touched the mark.The moment her fingers met his skin, the black eye disappeared.Zevarion looked at her.“What did you do?”“I didn't do anything.”The mark suddenly appeared again.This time, beneath Elyra's silver circle.She pulled her hand back.“It moved.”Firstborn slowly stood.His body still carried cracks of silver light from his encounter with The Hunger.“It isn't a mark.”Everyone looked at him.“It is a doorway.”Father Benedict's expression harde
Elyra didn’t realize how tired she was until she stepped into her room.The silence of the Vale mansion felt different at night. During the day, it was grand, almost intimidating. But now, it felt… watchful. Like the walls themselves were holding secrets.She closed the door behind her and leaned a
The morning at Valeon Group began like any other, but for Elyra Sol, it carried a weight she hadn’t anticipated. The office was bustling with activity, the rhythmic clicking of keyboards, low murmurs of conversations, and the soft hum of printers filling the air. Yet beneath the mundane operations,
The morning sun poured through the tall glass windows of Valeon Group’s headquarters, reflecting off polished floors and gleaming chrome accents. Elyra Sol felt her palms sweat as she adjusted the strap of her handbag for what felt like the hundredth time. Today was the day she would officially sta
The grand gates of the Vale estate loomed ahead, their intricate ironwork glinting in the late afternoon sun. Elyra Sol’s heart pounded with each step she took along the manicured driveway. She had imagined many things about this day, but nothing had prepared her for the sheer magnitude of the Vale







