Bloodbound: The legacy of Serelai
The stormy grey light within it brightened, swirling with colors—the green of new leaves, the blue of a clear sky, the gold of the Heartwood, the silver of memory.
The deep, rhythmic pulse slowed. It didn't stop, but it became more deliberate, more thoughtful. It was a heartbeat listening to another heartbeat.
The dreamscape around them stabilized. The shifting ground became solid rock. The swirling, molten sky faded, replaced by the familiar, dark ceiling of a vast cavern. The Titans' sleeping forms were still there, but they no longer looked like dreams. They looked like what they were: ancient, powerful beings, resting.
The song ended.
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