The Shardbearer’s Ascent
The shard flared, its light blazing like a star, forcing Erynn to shield their eyes. A voice resonated through the square, ancient and layered with echoes, each word striking like a bell in their chest.
“You are not ready… but you are chosen.”
The air trembled, and a searing warmth coursed through Erynn’s body. They fell to their knees as images erupted behind their eyes—worlds unraveling, a fortress cloaked in shadow, a figure whose burning gaze pierced through the darkness. Each vision felt like it was tearing through time itself, a thousand lifetimes compressed into a heartbeat.
And then, silence.
