"It has finally happened," a shadowy silhouette whispered, her voice like the soft hum of distant stars, enchanting yet ancient, with a power that stretched beyond mortal comprehension. The figure stood in the same room as Pyris, though no mortal eyes could detect her presence—not even Mira, master of the void and concealment techniques, could sense the woman's existence.
She was a being beyond even the deepest understanding of space and time, her form hidden from view, but her presence was undeniable.
Her eyes, burning with a divine glow, flickered as she observed Pyris with an intensity that pierced through the very fabric of his being. She sighed, her voice a melodic whisper echoing through the frozen moment in time.
"He's done it. He's finally broken the chains of fate and destiny."
