Eve
Pain twisted into rage just before it could be dispelled.
Rhea's voice cut through the void, low and seething:
> "Burn the love and destroy him, Elysia. You have done it once before."
Elysia.
The name hit like a lightning bolt. Not Eve. Not Red.
Elysia. Mother o
And then...
Flashes.
Too fast. Too raw.
A woman.
Hair like wildfire, it was long, unbound, whipping in a violent wind. Her eyes were shadowed. A medieval dress clung to her bloodstained body, torn at the seams as she dropped to her knees.
She screamed, as her bones snapped and reshaped, skin stretching into fur so dark it drank the light. Her form contorted into a wolf unlike anything else, huge, ancient, and crowned in shadow.
She snarled at a shape. A figure.
Cloaked in black. No face. Just horns—twisted, curved, obsidian and smoking.
A second shadow loomed above the first. This one was familiar, betrayal bloomed in my chest.
It descended from the void, faceless but crowned in a withered silver crown.
