Three years had passed since Liria Silverthorn stepped into the abyss and never looked back.
The girl she had been reckless, hesitant, burdened by questions had been burned away in the fire of transformation. What remained was something honed, sharpened, and utterly unrecognizable to the world she had left behind.
At fifteen, she stood tall, exuding a quiet, effortless authority. Her presence commanded attention, not through childish arrogance but through a mastery of power that most could only dream of wielding. The raw strength that had once bubbled beneath the surface was no longer a whisper—it was a symphony, conducted with precision.
She was not the Dark Sovereign.
Not yet.
But soon.
And today, she would take the final step.
Today, she would break the seal.
