The soft light of dawn began to pierce through the mountains surrounding Elandor, casting long shadows over the castle. The morning breeze was cold, carrying with it a touch of tranquility, but Elysiel felt a growing tension in her chest. As she prepared for the imminent journey, she couldn't ignore the whirlwind of emotions stirring within her. Seraphis had revealed parts of his soul, showing himself to be more human and vulnerable than she had ever imagined.
But with this closeness came the weight of an even harder truth to face: the union between them, which seemed inevitable and, in a way, destined, carried with it a promise of destruction. The nightmares that had been haunting her every night seemed clear: light and darkness, when intertwined, sparked a cataclysm that could consume not only the two of them but everyone around them.
