Nyxara Rising
Magic clawed at her, searing, desperate to unmake her midair.
It failed.
She crashed into the Concord’s heart, jaws closing on centuries of control, and tore.
The world went white.
When the brilliance faded, silence fell like a curtain.
No Concord.
No sigils.
No more chains.
Nyxara collapsed back into her human skin, falling to her knees in the blood-soaked mud. Kael and Rowan caught her before she hit earth, their hands steady and warm.
New scars burned along her arms and back—silver, alive with humming power.