Speaking of the child, Xerosis looked around and found herself alone. Panic set in, never in her long life as a demigod has she gone through the feelings she was going through now.
Xerosis looked around frantically, her sharp eyes scanning the vibrant landscape of the spirit realm, but the child was nowhere to be seen. A cold weight settled in her chest, unfamiliar and disorienting. Panic. She had faced death, gods, and monsters without fear, yet this—this was something new.
Never in her long existence as a demigod had she been truly alone. There had always been someone at her side: her mother, her brother, or, in their absence, Crepuscular. But now, in this vast and beautiful realm, she was utterly alone.
Abandonment.
The concept was foreign to her. Even in solitude, she had always been tethered to someone. But now, there was nothing. No guiding voice, no reassuring presence. Just her and the endless, unknowable expanse of the spirit realm.
