Crown of Betrayal
The temple pulsed, alive once more, sigils glowing as ancient purpose reasserted itself.
As the final words left Briar’s lips, the air parted — not torn, but drawn aside.
Presence flooded the chamber.
Warmth and cool stillness coexisted as shapes coalesced slowly, deliberately. Growth came first — Finvarra’s quiet authority filling the space. Then brilliance followed — Acacia’s light refracting like crystal flame. Last came steadiness — Mahina’s strength anchoring the world itself.
They stood before them.
Gods, returned to the plane of Nethara.
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