The mountains trembled at their passage. Bianca moved through the night like a living eclipse, every step leaving a ripple of darkness that obeyed her will. Beneath the ruins of the temple, chains of ancient power screamed and strained, recognizing her dominion. Amenmose walked beside her, golden light tracing his form like fire against the …
Bianca stepped forward, the night itself bending to her presence. Her crimson eyes burned like twin coals, casting shadows that danced along the jagged stones. The air seemed to tremble, recognizing not a mortal, not even a goddess—but a queen risen from the dark, unchallenged, eternal. Around her, the remnants of the temple pulsed faintly, …
The laughter below deepened, not loud but vast—an echo that bent the air and made the sigils along Amenmose’s arms flare in instinctive warning. Dust sifted from the ceiling in slow drifts, as if the temple itself were exhaling after holding its breath for centuries. Bianca closed her eyes. For a heartbeat, the world tilted—not …
The temple fell silent, but the silence was heavy, alive with the echoes of what had just transpired. Bianca and Amenmose stood side by side amid the rubble, their breaths mingling with the heat and magic still clinging to the stones. Amenmose ran a hand through his hair, eyes scanning the shadowed corridors. “The coven …
The chamber lay in ruin. Smoke curled from broken stone and smoldering braziers, and the air smelled of iron and fire. Bianca’s crimson circle still pulsed faintly beneath her boots, the last remnants of her power settling like a heartbeat in the stones. Amenmose stood beside her, golden sigils fading but still humming across his …
The chamber shuddered under the intensity of magic colliding—blood-red light against molten gold, shadows tangling with fire, raw power pressing against every stone. Bianca’s hair whipped around her face, eyes blazing, while Amenmose’s sigils flared brighter with each heartbeat. Together, they were unstoppable, and the coven could feel it. Nefyra struck first, disappearing into the …