Queen of Supernatural
A wind rose from below—cold, metallic, and endless.
Mia stared into the abyss. Her chest still ached, her body trembling. But as the pendant pulsed once more, faint but steady, she drew a shuddering breath and whispered:
“Then that’s where we go.”
The room’s air thickened as the storm outside finally broke, rain hammering against the castle windows like a thousand tiny fists. Mia stood in the center of the grand chamber, her hands balled into trembling fists at her sides. Every flicker of lightning lit the ancient murals painted along the walls—depictions of angels and demons locked in eternal struggle. Those painted figures seemed alive tonight, staring down at her as if urging her to choos
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