Alishiera moved northward, leaving behind the warmth of civilization and stepping into a world where even the sun seemed reluctant to shine.
The land was barren, the wind biting, and the air carried the weight of countless battles fought and lost.
Here, survival was not a right but a test, and only the strongest could endure. She had always known that the path to finding Devancier would not be easy.
The demigods who had once roamed their world were beings beyond human comprehension, and her husband had faced one in battle.
Of the three that existed, each ruled over a dominion untouched by time, one in the depths of the abyss, one among the eternal storms, and one in the frozen wastelands beyond the empire's borders.
If Devancier had fought against one, then his fate was tied to them. With every step she took beyond the empire's protection, she felt the presence of something ancient.
