BOUND TO THE BLOOD KING
The fire roared higher, shifting from orange to crimson.
“From her ashes,” Ash whispered, voice trembling, “I rise.
From her blood, I rule.
From her silence ”
She smiled, slow and cruel.
“ I speak.”
The flames answered, twisting into the shape of wings.
Every screen across the world turned white-hot with her image.
And from a darkened mountainside far away, a lone figure watched the broadcast Bianca, face half-lit by the glow, rain in her hair, eyes unreadable.
She whispered just two words into the comm:
Bab Populer