Sora Perse Novels & Stories

A knock. Urgent. Sora’s second-in-command, a wiry woman named Fen, entered, breathless.“Your Majesty. There’s someone at the eastern gate.”My heart leapt.“Who?” Kira asked.“She won’t give her name. But she’s wounded. Burned. And she asked for you.”I didn’t wait for more. I was already moving, boots echoing down the stone corridors, cloak dragging behind me like a second shadow.The woman was slumped against the gate post when I arrived, blood crusted on her brow, her armor scorched. But even beneath the soot and pain, I recognized her.Sora.She looked up as I approached, and the eyes that met mine were wrong.Not broken.Changed.“Sora,” I breathed, falling to my knees beside her. “Where are the

Andy stopped speaking as he looked at the changes in his grandfather's body and face. Sebastian has truly transformed into a different figure, a handsome man with pale skin, silver hair, and reptile-like green pupils. “Hello, Andy. My name is Soraka. I am a powerful dragon from the land of The Mythe, and I will discuss something important with you by meeting you later.” Sebastian's face had returned to normal, and he smiled mysteriously at Andy. “Damn it! What was that, Grandpa?” “His name is Soraka; he is your companion and a figure from that ring.”

"Who are you?" One of the figures stepped forward into the dim, flickering light of a bioluminescent moss growing on the tunnel walls. It was a woman, her skin mapped with glowing white veins that matched the color of her eyes. She wore a tattered Lagos-style headwrap, but it was reinforced with carbon-fiber plating. "We are the ones your mother forgot to finish," she said, her voice a hollow, metallic echo. "They call me Sora. And if you’re wearing that stone, it means the countdown has already begun."

Callum’s voice bellowed, “Reid! What are you doing?! Let go! You’ll kill her! Reid! Let go!” Callum rushed forward to separate them, but just as he reached out, a hand lightly pressed on his wrist, making him freeze. It was Sora. Her face had turned red, her eyes slightly unfocused, but oddly bright—as if something was burning within them. Callum’s pupils contracted, and he paused in shock. Sora gave a strained smile, her voice hoarse as she whispered, “Don’t… don’t stop him. Let him… cough… to die by his hand would be… cough cough… my greatest honor…”