SEALED FATE
Beside him, Maika walked silently, her aura simmering — equal parts rage, longing, and hope.
They emerged into the clearing, and there she was.
Seraphine stood in the center, her long silver hair loose over her shoulders, a soft glow clinging to her form like moonlight woven into flesh. She turned slowly, sensing the approaching auras.
Her eyes met Maika’s first — and time stopped.
For a heartbeat, no one moved. The wind itself seemed to hold its breath.
“…Mother?” Seraphine whispered.
Maika’s face crumbled. She stepped forward, arms trembling. “Elira…”
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