Tethered To His Shadow
The executioner stumbled off the edge of the high dais, dropping his broadaxe onto the granite floor with a deafening, echoing clang.
"Ancestors above!" an old clan elder shrieked, shielding his eyes from the overwhelming brilliance.
Kira stood at the center of the radiant storm, unchained and radiant. Her silver hair floated around her waist like spun starlight, and her eyes burned with divine sovereign magic that illuminated every corner of the square. Above her head, the royal crest of the Northern Royal House—a silver crown encircled by radiant moonlight—flared vividly for every noble, warrior, and citizen to see.