The Crown Of Ash and Silver
The light deepened, silver and soft, and for an instant, it was as if she were standing beneath the ocean’s surface, bathed in refracted moonlight.
A voice, gentle and distant, whispered through her mind.
“You are the axis between night and day. Between mercy and wrath.”
Her pulse quickened. The sigils brightened, and the world tilted.
Elias took a cautious step forward. “Seraphina.”
Her breath caught. The world around her fell away.
She stood in a space without time, a void of ash and starlight. Across from her stood a figure cloaked in dusk, her face shifting like the tide between reflection and shadow.