Liria stood in the heart of the abyss, feeling the pulse of power that now thrummed beneath her skin like a second heartbeat.
The remnants had dispersed, fading into the ever-shifting shadows of this realm, awaiting their Sovereign's next command. The Dark Sovereign herself remained on her throne, watching, golden eyes alight with quiet satisfaction.
Liria had done it. She had broken the chains, shattered the last bindings of the celestial seal, and freed the being who had whispered in her thoughts for years.
She should have felt something—fear, hesitation, even the remnants of doubt.
But there was only certainty.
Her body felt weightless yet filled with raw, undeniable strength. The abyss around her did not reject her; it embraced her, recognized her. This was not a place of exile.
It was home.
And then, with a soft chime in the back of her mind, the system stirred.
